Geez (OMG, John just said the word ‘geez’ right while I typed that – perhaps coincidence, or as he cracked, because we’re ‘yoked‘, ha), I really need to pull out my damn cam when we socialize. Argh! Last night we had dinner at Morton’s, with Mack’s and Zimmern’s, to celebrate Aaron’s birthday. No pic, unless Aaron scans and sends me the picture the maitre d’ took (hint). Lovely salads, steaks, scallops, crab cakes, broccoli, and hash browns floated by and disappeared with nary a record of their greatness, other than the shadow of flavor on our palates, swallow. Or perhaps a bit of creamed spinach in our teeth. Shame, really, I’m all about the pic. All I can say is good times, as always, good times.
Tonight, we hosted Sheri and Darin Lynch for dinner – man did we luck out not only with cool guests but with the cool breeze that blew through around 5:00 pm, whoooo, effectively removing all humidity from the sultry air and thus creating a damn-near perfect July’s eve. NICE. We noshed pre-dinner on grilled bread, grilled tomatoes and red onions, and paper-thin slices of Molinari dry salami. For din – al fresco, baby,due to that fabulous breeze – a beef tenderloin roast, smeared with garlic and herbs, then seared on the grill, served alongside crushed new potatoes topped with creme fraiche, mushrooms sauteed with garlic and lemon, and sugar snap peas sauteed in a bit of butter. With warm fruit crisp (peach, plum, blueberry) for dessert, we polished off a pretty sweet evening of summer chat, if I do say so myself – again, good times, good times. (And again, no pic, argh! However, recipe for fruit crisp posted in comments, below.)
Tomorrow, a little baseball, a splash of swimming, dinner a la Chinois, and Batman, baby. Bat. Man. Yep, once again – good times, good times. Happy Summer!
Moderate it: as I mentioned below, I knew I was making steak for din tonight, so I passed on the steak at Morton’s on Thursday. Grilled scallops wrapped in bacon fit the bill nicely. The broccoli with Bearnaise was delicious. But I did not get away before the hash browns – or even tastier, and just as rich, the potatoes Lyonnaise – arrived. Ah well.