My first big dinner at Pembroke was The Guggenheim Dinner of 2005. The evening sticks in my memory as we ran out of fish with half a table left to serve. It turned out that two trays of halibut hadn't made it out of the fridge and into the oven; not what a catering manager needs four months into a new job!
Imagine how shocked you’d be if, when home in the kitchen with your mother one day, cooking a recipe from her favourite Jamie cookbook, you hear a knock at the door. When you open the door you find Mr Oliver on your doorstep, “Hi, I’m here to help with Sunday lunch and to explain that tricky recipe to Mom.”
There comes a time in every Chefs life when he must put the cookbook down and create his own recipes. Whether or not this leap of faith is wisely taken remains a question for our treasured guests.
Why do I hate love Mondays? This was the question on my mind yesterday morning as I slid and skidded my 1.5 tons of Vauxhall from Suffolk to Cambridge.
The Sunday roast is as much a part of British tradition as talking about the weather, drinking tea, and watching Coronation Street. At Pembroke, we walk in the footsteps of tradition on a daily basis and our Sunday menu tends to reflect just that.
On Saturday night we hosted the half-way hall dinner for second year students. This special dinner is a chance to remember how long you've been at Pembroke, and also how much longer you've got left to go!
The Master's Society Lunch has been held annually for the last eight years as a thank you to the leading benefactors to the College in the previous Financial Year, or in the case of some, over time. Beffiting such a special occasion the menu was designed to impress!