When neighbors cook

August 20, 2009

This is NOT a bad meal to come home from work to. Not at all.

This is NOT a bad meal to come home from work to. Not at all.

You get dinner like this waiting for you when you get home from work. It’s almost enough to make me want to be married to a man who cooks. Almost.

Anyway, last night I had fed DTHN some Low Country Boil, which he thoroughly enjoyed. He reciprocated tonight with made-at-the-butcher-shop bratwurst (good bratwurst, I might add); Bavarian sauerkraut (with ham and caraway seed and I-don’t-know-what-all-else; and creamy potato salad. Good stuff. Even though I’d been to a reception and wasn’t all that hungry, having been starving when I did arrive at said reception and having munched my way through two plates of raw veggies.

The menu for tomorrow’s brunch has taken shape. We’ll have the frittata, which I’ll leave the black beans out of, as I’m making a black bean and corn salad with two kinds of red and two kinds of green peppers; caprese salads; blueberry soup; and possibly a cherry clafoutis (or clafouti, whichever the hell it is) for dessert. I’ll swing by the grocery tomorrow night and get the blueberries and cherries and avocados and some corn, as well as the chorizo from the Mexican market, and the Prosecco (and vodka, because I’m out) from the liquor store. Then I can make the soup and the black bean and corn salad tomorrow night and do a bunch of the prep for the frittata. Then all that’ll leave me to do Saturday morning is make the capreses and the clafoutis.

Must also remember to get orange juice and cranberry juice for the mimosas and whatever the equivalent is with cranberry. May also pick up a cantaloupe and some asparagus just to do one of those salads, too, because, hell, they’re good and they look cool.

I also need to stop somewhere and find some cool looking highball glasses, which are exactly the right size in which to serve the blueberry soup. In a bed of ice on a silver tray. You think?

Oh, and I’m gonna stuff dates with almonds and wrap ’em in bacon and bake them, just because, you know, you need some munchy stuff and I like those. I might, just for the hell of it, coat some maraschino cherries in chocolate and white chocolate. Because I will damn sure eat however many of them don’t get eaten.

Anyhow, should be fun, and my first big entertainment event here at the lake. You and y’mama ‘n ’em come on over and have brunch with me Saturday.


One Response to “When neighbors cook”

  1. Len Cleavelin Says:

    That tomato looks naked, what with no mozzarella, olive oil, etc. on it.

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