We hosted friends on Saturday night, our first true dinner guests in the new old house. Yes, all you parents, we’ve hosted you, too, with pleasure – but I’m talking appetizers, and wine, and plated desserts and more wine. Dinner guests. I know we had a good time, because I went to bed late, stuffed, and dizzy.
We’ll look at dinner later this week (Tell Simmer on Monday, up first) but to preview, we ate: chicken with cherry-shallot sauce, steamed asparagus, and the highest calorie potatoes known to man. You heard right, chicken – asparagus – potatoes again. Only these mashed potatoes were loaded with herbed chevre, Canadian white cheddar – stay with me – golden Beemster and a pound of melted butter. Perhaps I should have tossed in a lobster and some Oreos to put it over the top?
We lingered over simple dessert – sponge cake with vanilla pastry cream and fresh fruit. Unfortunately, photographing dessert tends to keep me from eating dessert – these days I’m usually cooking with one hand and shooting with the other, an acrobatic and ridiculous sight. But last night one of my guests graciously grabbed the camera, allowing me to both finish dessert and pipe pastry cream on my tongue.
This too made me very happy – honestly, I’d forgotten I could work with two hands. Thanks, J & J, for a lovely evening and an extra hand. As promised, I give you credit for this sugared and tasty look: