There is a definite gastronomic theme to
the previous blog reports, so I thought I’d better keep up the tradition.
Yesterday evening’s bill of fare
contained a variety of dishes to suit every mood and palate. First on the table
– that would be the ‘table de temps’ by the way (click, clickety, click), was a
poetic appetizer in the form of a ‘triolet’, a poetic form unknown to me, but definitely one to have a
go at. We then had a darkly mixed dish with a hint of bitterness that at last
faded away entirely. From the children’s menu we had a dollop of evil Aunt
Aurora. We had international fare with the intense flavour of social injustice
from Devil’s Island and an ‘amuse bouche’ from Mongolia to whet our appetite
for a delicacy to come in a few months time. We had a small but subtly
flavoured poem, a nostalgic taste of Govan Fare (sorry FAIR!) and to finish, a
distinctly Scottish tang with Wayne the wolf and those pesky, wee pigs.
It might have been raining outside but the
warmth of Uuganaa’s hospitality, the excellent contributions and great company
brightened up a soggy evening.
The next read-around - the last before the
new session of Ayr Writers’ Club, will be on 21st August. The venue
is still to be decided.
Maggie Bolton
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