My Inner Chef ...
So I content myself with having friends over for dinner, planning menus, shopping, prepping, cooking, serving. I derive great joy out of feeding those I love. There is little I enjoy more than watching someone savor something I've made.
And the experience is even better when the person I love is someone I haven't seen in far too long.
And so it was with tonight's guest, Brian. Nearly five hours of grazing and sipping and eating and resting and eating and sipping.
Oh, yes, and catching each other up on the past couple years of our lives.
What's that? The menu?
We noshed on shavings of Parmesan and toasted walnuts and red grapes, little tastes. A small platter of little tastes. Which we finished.
The entree was
After a rest, dessert was
I'm sure we could have talked for much longer. Coffee and biscotti could have sustained us. Alas, he had to leave.
So now, later, the dishes are done and bed is calling.
Tomorrow, pasta for breakfast. Because it's even better reheated the next day.