Even though I’m a baker, and love food to the fullest…there is something that cannot complete the circle quite like making a connection with someone that speaks your language.
I. love. food. PERIOD. Baking, yes, my passion. Yes, precise. Very little room for wiggle when it comes to the bones when making a cake - the baking soda or the flour…the ingredients…Eh, yeah, a bit…but to be spot on you must measure.
But cooking…? Now, that is a different story. A pinch here, a dash there…taste…GOLDEN.
My mother NEVER let me in the kitchen ‘cos she said that if I woulda seen it, I wouldn’t have eaten it…and true that might be, I eat ANYTHING that you put in front of me. Ask Mr. G. about our dinner at Archipelago in London, he’ll cringe, I think. (check out the photo gallery…had the chocolate covered Scorpion at the end of the meal - was AWESOME…probably more shock, but…the pic is great)
Fortunately, my parents raised me to eat in a very diversified manner from a young age. We had the chance to travel alot, exposing me to the brains and the snouts, and the trotters and the raw foods that are now so HAUTE on tv and popular menus today. So much of it was strange and exciting along the way, and well, I guess that kinda made me the foodie I am today. (Thanks Mom & Dad)
I WILL post pics and a full report on the pig roast at Feast on Friday night…but I have to tell ya, my head is STILL reeling. Not only from the brilliant food, but the excellent company. My newest friend Anna, was such a sport - she jumped in feet first into foodie-dom without flinching…even though some people in our office taunted her with PETA videos before we left Friday, but she decided WHOLE HEARTEDLY to name our pig Fred…guess, we didn’t know there’d be two (Fred and Ethel??? Fred and Ginger???) And then there was meeting Jonathan and Romy. Okay, where do I begin? You guys WERE. AWESOME.
Did I not say that when reading about the Houston Chowhounds and meeting their founder online, that I had not met my peeps? Ummm…okay, thought so…
Where else do you talk incessantly about your top 5 faves of ANYTHING food related whilst stuffing your gob with pork cheeks and wine? Oh, and throw in that you have a penchant for true crimes & serial killers (Michelle will TOTALLY relate to this…;)) and a friendship blossoms over a kick ass bottle of Spanish wine and and some sweetbreads. ‘Nuff said.
Didn’t think you could say anything about that…
Photees to be posted upon my return to town…
p.s. and I’m not done yet…Monday night heading on out to Chef Randy Rucker’s sublime concept of the Tenacity Supper Club, for his 7 Deadly Sins Dinner.
This is what will be served…
7 deadly sins
envy…
tuna layered with compressed watermelon & nasturtium leaves
lust…
tennessee hackleback caviar, carbonated oysters, shaved radish & rice porridge
pride…
soft-deviled farmhouse egg with pimenton, gherkin tapenade & smoked toast
wrath…
razor clams marinated in togarashi oil, young lemongrass & frozen jalapeno water
greed…
grated black truffle, warm sabayon, charred king trumpet mushrooms & consommé of black truffle
sloth…
sea snails grilled slowly over oak, garlic nage & molasses
gluttony…
foie gras milkshake, rich butterscotch & cocoa crusted pave of foie gras
Peace out
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3 Comments
what a cool theme for a dinner party! and by cool, i mean slightly demented and delicious.
jalepeno water? yes, it’s wrath for me. and gluttony, obviously. 
Is it showing my food ignorance that I don’t even know what some of that stuff is?
I’d need to take my laptop to figure it all out as it was going down.
it was a pleasure to have you at the supper club and i wanted to thank you for your passion & enthusiasm!!! see ya soon…