Our New Year's celebrations occurred at 8:30pm, when we could all take part. There was a slight revival at midnight to watch a surprisingly good fireworks display from our bedroom window, but we felt that the celebration of the years past and future had enough meaning to survive the slip in protocol. There was, of course, a fitting feast to accompany the occasion.
|Paté and beet/horseradish spread were alternatives to the caviar. Not shown here is the apple/pear butter that livens up the paté beautifully|
|Smoked salmon salad with herbs anchors sliced eggs to pumpernickel rounds|
|The final tray, with Cremant d'Alsace and dark chocolate|