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I'm not bad. I'm just drawn that way.
Who: Kass and Mary
When: 9:00 PM
Where: Circean Delight
Rated: F for Food, lovingly described.
The costume party should have begun seamlessly, at least for the kitchens of the Circean. When she had left at eight o'clock, a bit earlier than usual, everything had been set, prepared and entirely orderly. The hors d'oeuvres had all been perfectly chosen and time, with a strict schedule to ensure that the fare varied as the night went on, each one more delicious than the last. Ranging from obviously high end, top tier cuisine to elegant twists on more down to earth fare, Kass had been particularly proud of what she and the chefs beneath her had decided upon.
Her favorite had been the mini mozzarella and tomato skewers, each exquisitely done. A little piece of olive oil brushed white country bread, carefully toasted, a leaf of fresh basil, half a cherry tomato, a small round of good, fresh mozzarella and another piece of toast. They were beautiful, colorful, and delicious.
The man who was her second in command, her sous chef, preferred the mini baked potatoes with blue cheese. The tiny little potatoes had been dipped in high grade virgin olive oil and coated very lightly with coarse sea salt. Then after they were baked, they had been split partially open and topped with a blue cheese and sour cream mixture. Served hot, they were enough to make any love of food swoon where they stood.
When: 9:00 PM
Where: Circean Delight
Rated: F for Food, lovingly described.
The costume party should have begun seamlessly, at least for the kitchens of the Circean. When she had left at eight o'clock, a bit earlier than usual, everything had been set, prepared and entirely orderly. The hors d'oeuvres had all been perfectly chosen and time, with a strict schedule to ensure that the fare varied as the night went on, each one more delicious than the last. Ranging from obviously high end, top tier cuisine to elegant twists on more down to earth fare, Kass had been particularly proud of what she and the chefs beneath her had decided upon.
Her favorite had been the mini mozzarella and tomato skewers, each exquisitely done. A little piece of olive oil brushed white country bread, carefully toasted, a leaf of fresh basil, half a cherry tomato, a small round of good, fresh mozzarella and another piece of toast. They were beautiful, colorful, and delicious.
The man who was her second in command, her sous chef, preferred the mini baked potatoes with blue cheese. The tiny little potatoes had been dipped in high grade virgin olive oil and coated very lightly with coarse sea salt. Then after they were baked, they had been split partially open and topped with a blue cheese and sour cream mixture. Served hot, they were enough to make any love of food swoon where they stood.
