And how was your meal?

Early Cod adopter JL passed along the following detailed account of a stupendously ambitious and ruthlessly executed Thanksgiving:

FINAL MENU

Foie gras toasts with persimmon
Truffled eggs
Olives
Anchovy puffs

Chestnut Soup with Oyster Mushroom Crostini

Sugarcane Ham
Turkey stuffed with Cornbread, Sausage and Oysters
Potatoes with Celery Root
Sweet potatoes with Marshmallows
Steamed Chard with Garlic Butter
Cranberry pear sauce

Crack Salad

Caramel Tart
Apple Strudel
Frozen Nougat Souffles
Cassis Truffles

My usually reflexive analogizer is stuck between Bridge on the River Kwai, (without the mission creep) and Erwin Rommel, (if the Panzer wizard were also a yoga instructor and published novelist). In all, impressive is the word. If you want to do the same next year, you can follow the detailed account of the ten days leading up to the feast. Two things worthy of note. 1) Ms. Deming, the impressario here, is also Mrs. Bad Plus. (Hope the lads stopped jamming long enough to help with the dishes.) This meal is well toward one end of the ambition scale, but is also a man-bites-dog kind of story, in that it describes a thorougly planned and well executed meal, rather than narrating a fiasco.  The rarity of  narratives like these, as opposed to Butterball helpline highlights (My husband accidentally krazy glued himself to the bird -- if I cut a hole in the microwave door, can I thaw the bird with his hand attached?) suggests again that many, many of our fellow Americans are profoundly uncomfortable in the kitchen.   

Comments

[dubarry]

that is one revolting menu.