Feeding the five thousand...

OK, I'm exaggerating. It's 65, not 5,000, but here are some of the provisions. Somehow when you see an array of squashes like that (all of which are supposed have orange flesh - aesthetics are important!), you think, it's going to be far far too much! And those things that were supposed to be spring onions, and which have turned out to be what I would call pretty fully-fledged autumn onions - you think, what am I going to do with all those? The spring onions were in the form of a garnish, not a major component....

Ah well, tomorrow will tell. At 7.30 tomorrow night, 65 good burghers of Abergavenny will be tucking into whatever I construct with this lot. Am I worried?