It's always better on a stick.

Lilly, the Scrabble Mistress, came over yesterday afternoon.
While Thea was whipping her at Scrabble, I was plotting an impromptu dinner.

Jean and Rasha the new girls in town are both chefs and Jean gave a Japanese cooking class last week. I learnt;
that rice goes on the shiny side of sushi paper;
the never-fail Korean rice absorption method;
& how to make the Japanese dish "Yakitori".

Traditional Yakitori has chicken and spring onions - elegant simplicity. And I was planning on sticking to the recipe - I'd prepared the chicken and some purple onion pieces to make enough for two but when Lilly arrived (with Carrot-Mop) I got out extra skewers and made a pile of thin discs of sweet potato and a collection of mushroom halves.
It was fun arranging them on the skewers. It was fun listening to them sizzle as they cooked on the flat cast iron grill on the top of the wood stove. There's something sociable and festive and cheerful about food on sticks.

Abandoning any pretence at Japanese cooking, I made couscous with paprika and cream to go with. Coz it's quick!
(...and Thea had a Q to get rid of.)