IN ONE of Bill Granger's wonderful cookbooks he says that he gets real pleasure from being invited to someone else's for dinner.
Whether it's beans on toast, a takeaway pizza or a gourmet feast, he remarks that there is no bigger compliment than having someone else cater for you.
However, he goes on to say that he rarely gets a dinner invite - suggesting that, because he is a chef, people worry about impressing him.
Now I don't have any delusions of grandeur, but I have noticed that the more I cook, the more dinner parties we throw, the less likely the favour is to be returned.
Maybe I am just bad company. Or smell slightly.
If I see my friends, I either cook for them, or we eat out.
But tonight I have been asked over to my pal's for supper. And I can't wait.
She tells me she's nervous, but I have told her that I'm just joyful of being cooked for and what is on the menu is irrelevant.
Maybe my friend fears I might share my thoughts with the readers of this blog... Now would I do a thing like that?
What is the best thing that someone else has cooked for you?