I mean, don’t all chefs always have this much fun?
Le sigh. Probably not. It’s fun to dream.
This double fisting (tequilla and Dos Equis) pic was actually taken after the food was served. I can’t believe Memo trusted me to feed his party.
And I only have a minor burn and cut to prove it happened. Oh, and I guess this photo.
But if you want to know, I served up:
- Adapted stuffed mushrooms from The Pioneer Woman (put a few of my personal touches in.)
- Roasted red potato skins with pancetta, shalot and goat cheese
My food was enhanced with Roomie’s brookies (brownies with chocolate chip cookie dough inside) and DD Girl’s boyfriend’s fiery hot, but delicious salsa.
After about an hour and a half of prep-work/cooking in Memo’s kitchen, I began to make myself at home.
DD Girl was amused as I picked up after party guests, cleaned counter tops and washed up the dishes. I couldn’t help myself. It was starting to feel like my kitchen.
Mr. Quirky rescued me the party before I started either dancing on the counter or looking for a mop (It could have gone either way.) But if you ask me the tequila, I was really the life of the party. I swear.