Sophie carefully cut the pieces of meat and placed it into the individual pie dish. Then she crushed the final ingredients using her mortar and pestle so that she could make the gravy. She gently mixed the ground ingredients in with the beef gravy stock and poured it over the chopped meat.
She smiled to herself as she rolled out the pastry – tonight was the night he was going to tell her. She could barely contain her excitement – this was why she was preparing a special meal, John’s favourite dinner.
She lay the pastry over the pie dish, crimped the edges and made two ventilation holes in the top of the pastry. With the remainder of the pastry and moulded the letter “J” and placed it on top of the pie.
The vegetables were already prepared and ready to go; Jersey Royal potatoes gently scrubbed and ready to boil, julienne carrots and garden peas straight from the pod. The dessert was almost ready as well – she had already pre-cooked the profiteroles and they were piped full of fresh double cream. All that was left to do was make the chocolate and Gran Marnier sauce to drizzle over the top. This evening meant everything to her, so she wanted everything to be perfect.
The dark chocolate was in a bowl over a saucepan of hot water and was slowly melting. It looked extremely seductive and Sophie had to resist the temptation of dipping her finger in the warm velvet like mixture. Once it had fully melted, she added two tablespoons of Gran Marnier liqueur and slowly blended the chocolate and alcohol together. She took the profiteroles from the fridge and then poured the chocolate sauce over the top so it slowly cascaded down coating the choux pastry.
Now that dinner was all ready – she could start preparing herself.
She had booked an appointment with her hairdresser and arranged for a manicure and pedicure. She had also spent £150 on a beautiful evening dress – after all she wanted to look the best she could. This would be an evening that John would never forget..
Four hours later Sophie returned to her flat – her hair was now beautifully styled and her nails were buffed and polished. All she had to do was apply a little makeup, slip into her dress and put the pie in the oven.
She called John on his mobile and confirmed that he would still be coming at seven o’clock. She was now starting to get butterflies in her tummy – she couldn’t wait to hear the words tumbling from his lips.
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Fifteen minutes before he arrived she dimmed the lights, lit a couple of candles on the dining table and opened a bottle of red wine.
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