Three hours into my epic culinary face-off with Pippa’s Friday Night Feast I was cursing the duchess’s sister and her ‘relaxed’ theme night.
Party-planning Pip may be able to whip up a duck pancake without breaking a sweat, but my experience was a lot less slick.

In my defence, I can only think Pippa doesn’t have to contend with the same rigors of day-to-day life I was confronted with on my quest to recreate her five-recipe Friday Night Feast.

I on the other hand had to make a mad dash to the supermarket after a full day in the office, toddler with a temper tantrum in tow.
Heaving a trolley up and down the busy aisles of Waitrose on a Friday night for an hour and a half searching for rarefied ingredients was not the best warm-up for a wild night in - and I bet Pippa never has to contend with a three-year-old throwing her Japanese rice vinegar and stem ginger in syrup out of the trolley as fast as she can throw them in.




But after lugging my eight carrier bags and grumpy child across town to Tesco, I remained seaweed-free.
What would Pippa do, I wondered? Inspired, I headed for my local Japanese restaurant and emerged triumphant, £5 lighter of pocket but with a stack of seaweed in hand.





But in practice, a menu where every element needs meticulous and involved preparation is not the best idea for a Friday night post-work when time is limited and guests are hungry.
There is so much fiddly prep involved - not least juicing two 600g bags of tangerines - that this menu is better suited to a Saturday when there is plenty of time to prepare over the course of the day.
As midnight approached and we still hadn’t eaten so much as a hoisin pancake, the guests (victims?) I’d invited over in an attempt to impress with my dazzling Eastern-inspired banquet were drafted in.

