Head cold. Can’t hardly breathe, can speak even less. Realized I had no voice upon pulling into the Tim Horton’s drive-thru at 6 this morning, en route to the Mount Royal University radio station, where I was interviewed live on the air sounding like a prepubescent mouse who smokes too much.
Didn’t feel like cooking, so rummaged around the fridge, opening miscellaneous yogurt containers, and found the leftovers from the dinner I was invited to on Sunday night. Which I haven’t even told you about yet! Am I on the ball with anything anymore?
The pictures, I’m afraid, are from my phone. Some of them didn’t go through, and the ones that did don’t do the dishes justice. But I at least wanted you to see the production that went into dessert – two homemade graham crackers on a schmear of chocolate (which acted as an anchor, keeping them on the plate, and also something for me to lick off the plate afterward) topped with a slab of ganache (one plain, one peanut butter) and a homemade marshmallow, which was then torched. Alongside, a tall shooter of hot chocolate topped with its own little marshmallow. Does anyone know how it might be possible to make a career of attending dinner clubs?
The table setting was lovely, as was the company (none of whom I knew, but all I liked instantly). And the food! I’m determined to make everything again – perhaps they need their own dedicated week. The theme was celebrity chefs, and each brought a dish from one of their favourites – Liesl brought savoury palmiers with goat cheese, pesto and sundried tomatoes and a cocktail a la Ina Garten, Monique brought Jamie Oliver’s pumpkin soup, Michelle made Panade a la Judy Rodgers (from the Zuni Cafe book – like chunky French onion soup with veg – so on my must-make list), Bonnie flew in from Vancouver and made salad a la Bobby Flay – greens, toasted hazelnuts, apples, blue cheese (methinks she took plenty of liberties with this one – with great success) and a dressing made with pomegranate molasses.
Jody made crab spring rolls from Ramsay’s F Word, Brandy made Nigella’s aubergine involtini (yum! total keeper – making it very soon) and Stephanie made the aforementioned s’mores for dessert. There were baby girls to cuddle and at the end, little gift bags of spiced pecans to take home. With my name on them! As if I had done them up myself or something. Sniff.
Eating them now, in bed, with hot lemon and honey. A fitting bedtime snack.