This year I did nothing for Mark's birthday. I mean, literally NOTHING, other than saying a weak "happy birthday", because I just wasn't feeling well enough.
He went to some comedy shows the next week, but still.
So when he asked to have a party with his friends, I said SURE!
I had been dying to impress his foodie friend for ages, with a chicken gallantine, so this was a great opportunity.
Besides, our social lives over the years have been dominated by my friends and my preferences.
The problem with this plan? I have been feeling like complete dogmeat... but that is where my people came to the rescue. An old friend, a professional chef, who I had recently, in a moment of nostalgia reconnected with on Facebook, and a newer friend from People's Coop, came and cooked their asses off (mostly in the form of grinding a shitload of meat by hand, and even sharpening my knives- Thank you Victor, you totally rule!) We wound up having a beautiful day, cooking and laughing, and boning whole birds.
The results were pretty awesome- I wound up blowing the doors off with a country pork pate with pistachios , a chicken liver mousse and the gallantine.
The day of the event Mark got nervous and bought a giant ham.
We were meated up, yo!
I also made a special cocktail, an herby vodka lemonaide, which was a big hit (see case in point: my friends drink wine. They are strictly wine drinkers, but this crowd burned through a lot of cocktails and beer!).
|We had three tables going. Had this been my thing, everyone would have been in one room, at one table, but I bit my tongue, because I was just the facilitator, man!|
|He invited the softball team families!|
|Rolf and Victor grinding 7 pounds of meat, and fighting sinew, they were rock stars!|
|Cheesecake as a sheetcake, you say that 10 times fast!|