“If you don’t like my cooking, lower your standards.” –Anonymous Friday night we gathered the troops for a comforting American feast. The meal was simple but with enough gourmet twists to impress Fifi and our guests. We decided to start with guacamole and homemade pita chips, followed by hamburgers (since apparently ground turkey meat does not exist in France) with sweet potato fries and a simple green salad. I’m not even going to attempt to describe the ridiculousness of the brownie extravaganza that was Liberty’s highly anticipated dessert. As far as our guests were concerned, dinner was effortlessly executed. (I have confidently made this assumption without asking guests’ opinions, so if any of them wish to lodge a complaint, they can leave me a note in the invisible suggestion box). Remember readers, as chefs and hosts it is your responsibility to fool your...
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The only time to eat diet food is while you're waiting for the steak to cook. ~Julia Child Last week we decided to have a girl’s night. You know, invite a couple of girlfriends over, braid each other’s hair and have pillow fights in our underwear. (All males please stop reading here). Let’s be honest people, girls love a good feast as much as the next guy. So, every once in a while, gather your friends, and go big or go home. We decided on the totally slimming combo of beef tenderloin, potatoes dauphinoise, and sautéed green beans, and Crowning Glory Profiteroles. It was comforting, it was delicious, and after the fourth bottle of wine, I believe someone said that the potatoes were better than sex. On a bad day, I’m inclined to agree.
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