But first, let me tell you what I served! I adapted the menu from Suzanne Goin's Sunday Suppers at Luques, one of my favorite cookbooks. Watercress salad with beets, avocado and crab in jalapeno-lime vinaigrette, saffron chicken with parmesan grits and snap peas, rustic cheese tart (with cheese I made myself, if you didn't see my cheese-making Tweets) and blueberry sauce. Folks, I take my dinner parties seriously.
I don't know how to describe what happened without sounding like I'm taking this too lightly, so let me just say that the guest of honor is a dear old friend who laughed and gave me permission to blog about this. Have you ever watched those videos on Youtube about the fainting goats? That's kinda what happened at the dinner table. Only as far as I know, the goats don't throw up after they faint. Beets! She almost made it to the bathroom, too.
Anyhow, after the scrambling was over and the carpet was Oxycleaned, we sat around and shared our most humiliating stories (the ones that will never, ever make it onto this blog) so that the poor girl couldn't stay too embarrassed, and I boxed up some cheese tart for her to take home and have for breakfast. A strange and startling evening, but as far as good company goes, it still beats the Famously Awkward Dinner Party, or the Dinner Party On A Worknight When The Guests Wouldn't Leave Until Two A.M.
Has something like this ever happened to you?