An even better treat than going to a restaurant for dinner is heading to someone’s home for dinner. Granted, I’m shockingly blessed with friends and family who are not just good cooks, but great cooks. (Thank you, Food Gods!) Seriously – some of the best tastes I’ve ever savored have been courtesy of none other than my parents, grandma, and aunts, not to mention in-laws and friends. Veal scallops a la danoise (my father-in-law), roasted goose with cabbage, lardons, and whipped potatoes (Dad & Susanna), fresh lemon-coconut cake (Suz), grilled tuna on Georgica Beach (Bartley), guacamole on Georgica Beach (Maud), grilled leg of lamb (Carol), Christmas prime rib roast (aunt Mary), apple pie (aunt Marge), crispy homemade pizzas (Kathie), Greek salad (Mary P), spanikopita (Mary P’s mother-in-law), almond puff pastry (Mom), braised lamb (Stu & Debbie), heirloom tomato salad (Rudy & Ana), oyster stew (Andrew), fried fresh walleye with garden green beans (Grandma & Grandpa Meyer), Schaum torte (Polly), oven-roasted potatoes (Harry)… Oh my goodness, I could go on and on and on. It’s unbelievable, really. From the simplest to the most involved, all completely memorable. So there you go, proof that I remember fondly damn near everything I’ve ever eaten. (Curse or blessing? Not sure…) Hey, if I am what I eat, I’m so jamming! As well as French, Greek, Mexican, Italian, Danish, German, British… NICE!
Also nice? In fact, where I’m going with all of this? (Sorry, I tend to get a little carried away with my reminiscing…) We’re going to Suz& Cory’s for dinner tonight – yays! For raclette – melted cheese served with all sorts of tasty Frenchy/Swissy accoutrements: potatoes, ham, pickles, vegetables. Little wine, little chat, little checking out Planet Earth in high def (The Coreman, like The Batman, has all the best toys). Aaaaahhh, Total Tasty Relaxation. Thank you in advance Shuberts! Wheee!
I’ll hope for you that you’re lucky enough to be heading to someone’s home for dinner tonight too. If not, whip up a little somethin’ somethin’ for yourself (perhaps a simple pasta with broccolini with a nice glass of red) and…well…pretend? (Actually, it works, I do it all the time!)