Boys only

There's a party going on in my house. And I'm not invited!
It's considered to be a 'boys only' event, and in fact only a gathering of five guys in their mid/end thirties (right, we call ourselves still 'girls')
I was allowed to join the dinner part, which was quite sophisticated. Provided by a former smutje (ship's cook) and I have to say, I'm wondering if they award stars to ships.

Excellent dinner! Roasted lamb, as so common here, but of an outstanding quality.
The picture only shows you the amount that was served for five people (I didn't count, you know, the boy's thing)
I am also impressed by the wide selection of home-brewed stuff.

Here some beer.

There is also some blueberry wine (from 98! According to the picker/brewer an excellent berry year ;-)) and rhubarb wine. I'd never tasted something like this before. Delicious! Finally, a nice idea what to do with this awful weed that grows here (other than the obligatory rhubarb pies, the rhubarb jam...)

And following the occupation of almost every corner of the house by the noisy guys, I will spend my evening with knitting.
Maybe finishing the Jaywalker socks (and having the needles free to eventually cast on Lorna's Laces socks) or trying to find the concentration for the collar of Eris. (Did I mention the singing and guitar playing?) I so need a SnB Reykjavik! be sure to drop me a line if you ever pass by!