To Autumn by John Keats

The Guardian, Saturday 23 January 2010

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.


poached and stuffed sole
overbacked in the oven
in a tasteful and delicious creamy sauce
served with noodles


grilled sole
in brown butter with capers and prawns
steamed new potatoes

- before the sole we serve a mixed salad with french dressing

...... and also highly recommened

fillet of catfish tossed in brown butter
served with green asparagus
sauce hollandaise and steamed potatoes

roasted quail dressed on two celeries
delicious porto sauce
selection of vegetables and mashed potatoes

steak of Angus beef with Pfifferlinge - special kind of mushrooms - now in season
delicious gravy with estragon
selection of vegetables and potato gratin