Feed the People
Yesterday was my second winemakers dinner at Deer Creek Inn. I had confirmed the headcount at an even dozen on Thursday, got all my shopping and a good amount of prep work done on Friday and was feeling pretty good. On Saturday morning, the owner left me a voicemail to tell me that that the head count was now 16 seated, plus myself and auburnselkie - who was acting as my server/assistant.
Wait, what? 18 is bigger than 12 by um, a bunch.
Quick scramble to the grocery store for more vegetables and lamb chops. Quick scramble to assemble the salad dressing and the vegetable tarts. Much swearing and dashing about throughout the afternoon.
Despite the chaos of the morning, the dinner itself actually went very well. Really, really well. The wine makers want to do an event with me at their vineyard. At the end of the night I got a loud and enthusiastic round of applause from all assembled and the musician for the evening warmed up by standing the kitchen and composing a song in my honor. ("This beautiful woman made my dinner/ I won't be getting any thinner...")
That was by far the most positive response I've gotten for anything I've cooked. Every plate came back clean, a few looked like they had been licked. Plus, wine.
Looks like my Culinary Goddess status is secure for the time being.
Wait, what? 18 is bigger than 12 by um, a bunch.
Quick scramble to the grocery store for more vegetables and lamb chops. Quick scramble to assemble the salad dressing and the vegetable tarts. Much swearing and dashing about throughout the afternoon.
Despite the chaos of the morning, the dinner itself actually went very well. Really, really well. The wine makers want to do an event with me at their vineyard. At the end of the night I got a loud and enthusiastic round of applause from all assembled and the musician for the evening warmed up by standing the kitchen and composing a song in my honor. ("This beautiful woman made my dinner/ I won't be getting any thinner...")
That was by far the most positive response I've gotten for anything I've cooked. Every plate came back clean, a few looked like they had been licked. Plus, wine.
Looks like my Culinary Goddess status is secure for the time being.