The British Dinner is Coming!!!!

 “The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you've got to have a what-the-hell attitude.” Julia Child

I had no idea when I first started researching that the British had so many different kinds of cuisine.  I know, I know, I shouldn't think it to be that strange living in America but I just assumed that they ate one kind of food-British food.  Not one food mind you just one "kind" of food.  In hind site it makes absolutely no sense to me that this New Yorker could have become sooo close minded but, nonetheless, I was.  For goodness sakes!  Where I grew up you could have Grandpa's pizza, fried coconut ice cream and Brazilian coffee all in a three block radius!

I am happy to say that I have been reborn!  I have been pleasantly enlightened and my horizons have been vastly broadened.  All thanks to the Two Fat Ladies and Jamie Oliver.  Have you every watched these ladies?  They are so flippen funny!!!!!  I love their old kitchen, their straight up ways and the creations from nothing that they put together all while trying desperately to stay out of each others' way (which by the way is not small feat!).  Wow, then there's Jamie.  He is the master! This guy is to British cuisine as Budweiser is to American beer (really bad comparison...humor me!).

So, after much ado and some translation into measurement (a scant????), I decided on our menu.
Pork with creamed apples
Smashers
Cauliflower casserole
Cheese crumpets
Bread and Butter Pudding with rum caramel sauce
 Homemade spiced Elderberry wine

Dinner was served promptly at 7 and we ate, once again, to the point of "bizarre".  Everything turned out as it should and the pudding was, in Rupert's words, ".....Oh My Gosh.......Oh my....bloody delicious!"

We were able to look at some of the footage after dinner, spent lots of time laughing at the bloopers and finally got down to the business of the next day.  It was going to be a long one and our last with part of the crew.

Tomorrow was my day.  It was my turn to interview.  For all of you that fear close-ups, this is as bad as it gets (or as good as it gets if you're an airbrush expert I guess) but, for me, it was terrifying.  The topic- no problem; the look-now there was another story.  So, Rupert and I were going to have a chat.
 "Rupert my dear, here's the thing.  I don't want to look 50 (even though I am), I don't want to look like a mother (even though I am), I don't to look fat (no comments from the peanut gallery) and I don't want to look wrinkled (even if I have spent every summer of my childhood shellacked with baby oil at the Jersey shore)."
Did I mention that Rupert is not a magician?  Even in HD, this task was going to take some technique.  Rupert just looked at me and said, " it will be fine Jode".

OMG!  Kind of like when you lay it out for your husband that you are feeling fat, tired, old and used and he looks at you and says, "it will be fine honey".  NO IT WON'T...NO IT ISN'T!

But... (sigh) I trust in Rupert and Sam (as if I have a choice) and I know that the editing crew back in Bristol will do a smashing job of roseying the frames, adding a sunbeam here and there and utilizing Photoshop so as to create an amazing  30's version of this 50 year-old mother with a bit too much waddle.

 As for the crew and the film, I was sooo not ready for this to be over so I put that thought right out of my mind and drank another "swish" of wine.