Just logged in quickly and realized it had been a month (plus!) since my last post. Yikes. No excuses and can’t promise it won’t happen again, but c’est la vie, no?
At least the fun hasn’t stopped during my online absence.
And what better welcome back than with a dinner party?
This one was a few Saturdays ago – during a particularly busy weekend in San Francisco. It was Fleet Week with the Blue Angels of course, America’s Cup, the 49ers & Giants at home, plus Hardly Strictly Bluegrass in the Park, just to start.
Our good friends Katy, Michael, Alex & Zak came over — and we didn’t realize all that was on the books when we found an open night for all of us. But the festivities all around seemed to just add to the merriment.
Dinner was simple fare, but my favorite kind. Pâté and rillettes from Fatted Calf, farmer’s market crudité with homemade aioli and a martini or few started the night, and kept us lingering a bit while checking out the game.
Once we moved to the table it was moules frites — with the mussels steamed with white wine, garlic, leeks and fennel and twice-fried fries. Only hiccup was since I don’t often make fries, I didn’t realize how long they take. I did the first fry earlier in the day, but even so, they may have been the reason for that extra martini before dinner. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Oh, and there was a simple green salad with a bunch of different greens and radicchio, but surprise, it didn’t receive too much attention.
I know we aren’t supposed to try out new things on guests, but let’s face it, I don’t really have fries on a Tuesday with just me and B on the agenda. At least not at home anyway.
Keeping in fall and the vaguely French take on dinner, dessert was tarte tatin. I prefer mine with a puff pastry crust, but the carmel sauce didn’t get quite as dark as I like and the apples were a smidge soft, if being honest. I read a post on Smitten Kitchen after the fact that speaks to this exact problem, so I may have to try her route next time.
But with enough wine and espresso and Armagnac come dessert time, who really noticed?
It was a super fun night, and one I hope to repeat again soon. And if I get my ducks in a row, I can share it too!