Page 274 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

done main course yet apart from fondant potatoes but sure will be v. quick.

Anyway, soup is first.

8:35 p.m. Oh my God. Just took lid off casserole to remove carcasses. Soup is
bright blue.

9 p.m. Love the lovely friends. Were more than sporting about the blue soup,

Mark Darcy and Tom even making lengthy argument for less color prejudice in
the world of food. Why, after all, as Mark said - just because one cannot readily
think of a blue vegetable - should one object to blue soup? Fish fingers, after all,
are not naturally orange. (Truth is, after all the effort, soup just tasted like big
bowl of boiled cream which Vile Richard rather unkindly pointed out. At which

point Mark Darcy asked him what he did for a living, which was v. amusing
because Vile Richard was sacked last week for fiddling his expenses.) Never
mind, anyway. Main course will be v. tasty. Right, will start on velouté of
cherry tomatoes.

9:15 p.m. Oh dear. Think there must have been something in the blender, e.g.

washing-up liquid, as cherry tomato purée seems to be foaming and three times
original volume. Also fondant potatoes were meant to be ready ten minutes ago
and are hard as rock. Maybe should put in microwave. Aargh aargh. Just looked
in fudge and tuna is not there. What has become of tuna? What? What?

9:30 p.m. Thank God. Jude and Mark Darcy came in kitchen and helped me
make big omelette and mashed up half-done fondant potatoes and fried them in
the frying pan in manner of hash browns, and put the recipe book on the table so
we could all look at the pictures of what chargrilled tuna would have been like.
At least orange confit will be good. Looks fantastic. Tom said not to bother with