One of my favorite ways to have a dinner party (”party” refers to the same two people I exclusively hang out with and one of them is my girlfriend) is to commit unflinchingly to a THEME with zero idea of how it will come together and no patience to refer to a recipe. The best first step of this ‘approach’ is to go to the Farmers Market and buy everything that vaguely could achieve the thoughtfully chosen theme.
I usually start to excite-panic when I see garlic scapes and snap peas because this means that there are going to be a lot of micro greens that I have no place for but desperately want to incorporate.
After I hit up the market, I go to a really expensive specialty store, again, with a very loose plan and a real desire to recklessly shop. At this point, I’ve decided on 5-6 different ‘small plates’ that I want to make. One those included shrimp and chorizo the other, fried green tomatoes.
Now that, I’ve got every thing I could possible use, I usually take serving plates and attach sticky notes to each one with different ideas of the dish. Then suddenly I realize, I’ve bought far too many things (shocker). In this episode, I decided to make a ton of things all at the same time because I had taken too long at the market + store and everyone (2 people) were supposed to come over in a couple hours. Here’s what I decided to make:
Tomatillo Salsa + Guacamole with Radishes + snap peas + chips Fried Green Tomatoes + Chimichurri + Heirloom Tomatoes + Ricotta Salata Shrimp + Chili Sauce + Lemon + Chorizo Peach + Cucumber + lime + aleppo pepper Mahi Mahi tacos with chipotle crema + Kholrabi + pickled red onion + fresno Elotes
Shortly after sticky note exercise I decided to use the mandolin which despite after many close calls, I continue to not use the protector tool you’re supposed to use. This was my time and it was a bad time (feat. my diva cup):
I live right above from a pharmacy so, I went down with a dish towel covered in blood, hand covered in blood, and gaff tape on my two fingers: ‘hi i just need some bandaids’ (blood seeping out of tape). He told me I had to go to urgent care. Nothing makes you feel like a fucking lonely loser more than having to go to urgent care to help you put on bandaids. Despite having a meltdown about how I couldn’t finish everything (I cried), I put a sock around my finger and did it. I couldn’t stand the idea of eating shrimp by myself - I don’t even like it that much. Luckily no one seemed to worry about how much skin (skin slaw) or blood might have touched everything they ate.
These we’re my favorite.
This was the best thing #2.
The look of concern for food safety ^










