The other day we had some great friends round for a tapas meal and one of the couples brought their little baby J, who also happens to be my Godson. It was an absolutely lovely evening with wine flowing freely (after J was asleep of course) and great conversation. In fact, we even discovered late in the evening when J re-awoke that our spotify playlist, complete with a decent amount of electronic music, is exactly J’s jam – he was grooving far better than I ever have. It was one of those dinner parties where you really don’t want to be away from the table if you can help it. I’m lucky in that our kitchen and living room are part of one larger room so you still feel somewhat part of it, but, even still, you want to be at the table with a glass of bubbles firmly grasped. Thus, it was somewhat ambitious that I decided to cook tapas (as well as a starter and dessert – OK, G did the dessert of course). All in all that meant 7 dishes and a dessert – this one pushed doing it in advance to the limit!