I am so very disappointed that my photos from tonight’s dinner didn’t turn out. Janet, among others, has been on me for months to improve my use of our DSLR, and tonight’s photos illustrate her point – I have a great deal to learn and, perhaps more importantly, remember.
Since I have no usable photos, I’ll have to ask you to close your eyes and imagine the scene. Nine friends around a mid-century teak table with not one but two leaves added. Serving dishes crowding every inch of the table not covered in mismatched linens, silverware, dinner plates, or half-empty Tom Collinses. A pizza-like flatbread with slow roasted tomatoes, goat cheese, green onion, and shaved Parmiagiano-Reggiano. A second flatbread with sauteed leeks, gorgonzola, and more shaved Parmiagiano. Two grain salads: quinoa with green beans, and wheat berries with corn and green onion in a delicate dressing. Pesto potato salad with green beans and toasted pine nuts. Potato-quinoa croquettes with romesco dipping sauce. A frittata with a bunch of veg. Eggplant caviar with toasted pita (and secret roasted tomatoes added for extra oomph).
Chairs pushed back from the table. Bottles of Sah’tea and Shane’s stout passed around for sampling. Chocolate cake with chocolate ganache and a discussion of Mad Men. Speculation about whether the inhalation of quick-setting concrete might result in sore lungs. Stories about stuffed animals and grade school lunches. A lot of laughter, and perhaps an Elton John song.
Let’s do this again, and soon.