Saturday night used to mean going out to a night club and dancing until my feet ached, but now it usually means jim-jams and maybe an ovaltine. This evening though we were invited to a dinner party, so I had a reason to put on make-up (!) and a dress (!!) on a Saturday (!!!). It was extremely pleasant to have a glass of wine and chat over some delicious pasta.
It also meant we had to think of something to bring with us, and whilst I could have made butter cookies I was actually even more pleased when Doc took up my suggestion of making macaroons. So delicious. We didn't bring any back, but I know for a fact we still have the ingredients in the house and Doc C had better get used to the idea I want another batch for our personal consumption.