Well done, medium or rare?
Micheál assumed that he was going to be subjected to some particularly vile French “ethnic” cuisine, but that would have been discounting the fact that my two grandmothers were born in Italy.
So today was about home made pizza, gnocchi and chicken. And too much wine.
And a feeding frenzy around the meringues and chocolate brownies (of the non-spiked variety).
I will not forget Diarmuid’s offer of a “sexy honeymoon sleepover”.