Showing posts with label drinks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drinks. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

I love hosting friends for dinner.  I'd say, since moving in to my new apartment, it is one of my favorite pastimes.  But I have a lot to learn about proper preparation and timing tricks.  A lot.  I wish I could say the typical day went something like this: 

Dinner parties happen with some consistency and frequency in the house. Usually it’s to commemorate a special occasion but sometimes we have people over to thank them for their friendship and fill our house with noise and cheer. It’s the kind of noise reserved for good friends spending time together, laughing and sharing stories. Each menu is crafted for the occasion, focusing on local, seasonal goods brought to the table one course at a time. Food and friendship brings us together, but there’s always something special waiting for them when they get here.


In the days leading up to the dinner, I start taking notes relating to the season. A pen and stack of paper sit on my lap as I plan out the meal and ingredients needed. I turn to magazines and books for inspiration, but often the only inspiration I need can be found at the market down the street. So I scribble down anything and everything that comes to mind and slowly narrow it down. I head to the market and start crossing items off the list, occasionally altering my choices depending on what is stocked and fresh.

Saturday starts off slowly. Over a coffee I begin breaking down the day. Time issues, cooking schedules, prep and planning. As the day winds into the afternoon the main is usually ready for the oven and resting until needed. Dessert is well under way as is the soup, which is simmering away and building flavour on the stove. By mid-afternoon I’m putting the finishing touches on the hors d’oeuvres and things are moving along nicely.

With a couple of hours to go until our guests arrive I start muddling, mixing and making the cocktail for the night. I pull out my shaker and bar tools and start muddling the cucumbers and agave nectar. Almost methodically I work step by step until I have the flavour just right. I pour myself a glass and settle in. The first taste hits all the right notes. Now, with my glass still close by, I make a pitcher full, altering the quantities to make enough for everyone. And seconds.

The last minutes of the day feel like the calm before the storm, when things get silent and still before the clock reminds us how little time we have left. We are moments from a flurry of activity in our house. My wife has the mood set, table prepared and night’s music in rotation. She dims the lights and tries the cocktail. Instant love. We share our last moment alone together over a drink. And then the doorbell rings and the ritual settles in. She heads to the door while I stay in the kitchen, stirring the pots and looking over everything one last time. I can hear the voices in the distance and the mood is light and cheerful. I line up ten rock glasses and pour the contents of the pitcher into them, each one the same as the last. I top them all with a dill sprig and add a quartered lime. I load them on a tray and wait while they continue to filter in.


By now some of our guests approach me. I smile. “Hey! Welcome to our home! Glad you could make it tonight. Help yourselves to a cocktail, it’s especially made for tonight!” We like to start things right. We let them know all our dinner parties begin with a drink. It sets the tone for the evening and lets them know they’re in good hands and they’ll be taken care good care of.      [The Boys Club - my new favorite blog]

In my home, it looks more like last second runs to the store, wondering if we even own foil yet, trying to finish cleaning up the apartment and a dozen other things that have us running around 'til the moment the door rings (if we're lucky!). 

Things I'm noting:
  • It is easier on a Saturday!  I get home from work around 6:30 - so having friends for dinner at 7 is a trip!
  • It is SO nice having John there to help.  At first, he'd mix drinks for guests as they arrived (because he's good at it! and because it buys me time.)  Then, I'm sad to admit it, but sometimes I'm sending him to the store 2 minutes before our guests are due.  But most lately, he's been making dinner sometimes - and it is delicious!  Either way, having a guy to help balance, whether it's just me, or me and meg, is wonderful.  And he's gosh darn good at it too!
  • I have got to plan out the menu/drinks the weekend before - and shop!
  • For the weeknights we do have friends over (and even the ones I'm just cooking for Meg & John), I've got to find ways to prep the night before and cut down on time.  Eating at 9 just isn't fun for anyone on a Wednesday. 
  • It would be incredible to have a "moment" before guests arrive to just enjoy with John and/or Meg and calm ourselves.  That is a new goal.  :) 
  • I love inviting people in and making them feel cared for.  I want to become better at the "caring" part.  
  • Sometimes, with good friends, it's okay to be a bit of a mess and just share a meal.  And thank God for that!!!

Thursday, June 21, 2012

"To People Who Read Hemingway"

I really like these people.
How to make a Hemingway:
To create a Hemingway one must have champagne and absinthe that can be combined in a glass that can be drunk from, but more importantly they must contain within themselves that quality of character that both refines and challenges and at the same time accepts the moment with all the beauty and pain and Fremont dirt that abounds in truth all around them.   It is only then, when a person can take what is and while not requiring it to become something more, let it be what it might that they should taste a Hemingway.
Where better to sip a Hemingway, then after dark in a public park?  The Troll.

Thursday, March 01, 2012

Things I don't do: Pack the morning of a flight.


Crap.... I need to find a suitcase. And some clothes. :)


Last night's Blueberries practice got "rescheduled" and as a consolation prize, Erik, John (fellow Blueberry), and I met up for a drink on Capitol Hill... which turned into dinner at another place, and then dessert... and suddenly it was 11. By the time I made it home, I was far too ready for bed to even consider packing (okay, I considered, but that was seconds before my eyelids closed). All in all, I think it was worth it though. What a fantastic evening of delicious beverages, food, and wonderful conversation... and games. :)

Kristin - two more places I love on 12th now. I tell ya, that street is Culinary Kingdom. If you live in Seattle, and you've not spent much time on Capitol Hill, please... do me a favor and go to 12th avenue. Park near Madison. Get some breakfast at Presse, coffee at Stumptown, and eat anything and everything else in site!

But now, time to pack, because this girl's heading to the bay area, and she couldn't be more excited that she's going with her sis. Can't wait for the coffee and food, and moments of reading and writing and reflecting... and hopefully changing. I'm not quite going across a sea, but I'm flying all along it, so let's hope somehow that literary sign marks what it ought and I come back free of some things, more impassioned about others, and ready to take on what is next.

It's time for a change... and I'm. Looking. In. The (wo)Man. In. The. Mirror. ;)

(If you aren't signing MJ in your head right now, you so missed out the grandness of what I was trying to do for you.)

Happy Thursday Friends!

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Bourbon in chai. Turns out it's good. :)

Sister, "Drink.my.hot.Kool-aid!"


That line alone, when properly delivered, can make Kristin come as close
to peeing her pants as I think exists. :)  And yes,  I might in fact have reason
for wishing her to experience that ...event.