In which I open tins, occasionally go to the gym and eat ice cream in a bobble hat.
If you have better things to do, you can probably skip to the end now, and I'll catch you next week.
This weekend I was lucky enough to attend the social event of the year; a French Tin-Opening Party. The tins were French, just to clarify. Although the party was quite French. The back story to this amazing social occasion starts* in the summer of 2011. A bunch of us, under the Aurora Scottish Dance and Music banner, got on a bus and went to Alsace to do some dancing, drinking, ceilidhing in the street and all-round amazing festivalling. Whereupon we met some more French people, this time from Toulouse. We wound up sharing a coach with the Toulousian group and by way of compensation for my absolute lack of French language, I made friends through the medium of red nail varnish. I guess you had to be there. In 2012 we invited the Alsations to Aberdeen to reciprocate. In 2013 we had a lovely little festival in Genoa, and in 2014 we were brave enough to invite both the Toulousians and the Genoans to our little corner of Aberdeenshire.
Portfino, Italy. No-where near Aberdeenshire. |
Scotland's answer to Portofino. Of absolutely no relevance to this story. |
In then end the Italian organisation was, well, Italian. And in August this year we welcomed Le Poutou de Toulose to Aberdeenshire.
Le Poutou avec interlopers. |
In for a penny...
Being the good friends that we are, we would not stand by and let someone have to deal with large quantities of French food (and wine) without a little assistance. So the tin-opening party was born.
I had a lovely time, and opened many tins. Never before in my life have I seen so large a quantity of duck fat. I didn't however take any photos. So these are all pinched (with permission) from someone else who did. Thank you!
If your weekend was as exciting as mine, then well done you.
Also this week. I have accounts to do, so I will sign off soon and go do some maths. I will do so looking like this.
There's been quite a lot of pictures this week, you lucky things. Next week I might tell you about Hallowe'en, and how the neighbours' decorations actually gave me nightmares.
*L and I have just had to reconstruct the last 4 years of our lives to work out this date