Sunday, February 28, 2010

Personal Chef


Last night I had just a glimpse of what it would be like to have a personal chef and I really liked it.  My friend and instructor from Hill’s Kitchen came to our house to cook a belated birthday dinner for us.

My husband had made all the arrangement, but I was in on the menu selection.  Our only job was to supply the kitchen and buy the wine.  That I could easily handle.

Brock rolled in with two big bags of groceries and a lemon tart already baked.  We were also the benefactors of several Hill’s Kitchen classes with tasty leftovers.  The rest of the dinner was mostly demonstration with a little participation.

Here’s the final menu:

Three kinds of homemade sausages (chicken, pork, garlic) with homemade pub mustard and blueberry chutney
Grilled rack of lamb with a savory rub and a pomegranate molasses glaze
Baked Brussel sprouts with pralined pecans
Celeriac-potato puree
Arugula salad with blood oranges and toasted almond slices
Fresh-baked Italian bread
Lemon tart with candied lemon slices

We ate the grilled sausages, drank Prosecco, and watched as Brock made the lamb, Brussel sprouts, root vegetable puree, and salad, all in the space of a little over an hour.  We couldn’t find a working meat thermometer, so he simply determined the doneness of the meat by pinching and it was perfectly medium rare.

By the time we sat down to eat, everyone was salivating.  And Brock’s tee shirt of the evening “Animals Taste Good” proved to be quite true.  (Was I the one who was recently talking about becoming a vegetarian?)  Every single dish was cooked to perfection.

It was great to have the company of both of our children and some neighborhood friends to enjoy this feast with us.  Jake was on his best behavior, mostly hanging out under the table.

The reminder that I don’t lead a life of luxury came when Brock packed up and went home, leaving us with a kitchen and dining room full of dishes.  I felt a little like Cinderella as I rolled up my sleeves to clean up.  Fortunately my daughter proved to be an excellent dish washer, only quitting when the hot water was exhausted.

I’ll pull out the leftovers and whip up more humble fare for dinner tonight.  But it certainly was fun to see a bonafide chef work in my kitchen and get to eat the fruits (and chops) of his labor!


Blogger Kristin said...

Wow. What gorgeous fare! I've been thinking of getting a tee that says "Meat is murder. Tasty, tasty murder." Even a vegetarian can appreciate that sort of meal. Good for you!

5:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What total fun!!


6:36 PM  
Blogger Pauline said...

I was hoping for recipes, it all sounded so good! Lamb and Brussel Sprouts - you can't go wrong. More than ever now, I wish we lived next door to each other!

6:37 PM  
Blogger Barbara said...

Kristin -- You are so open-minded!

Anon -- It was FUN! It was so nice to let someone else choreograph the meal.

Pauline -- I too wish we lived closer. Brock is sending me ALL the recipes on Monday. I will forward them to you.

7:05 PM  
Blogger Cyndy said...

That sounds incredibly delicious!

8:34 PM  
Blogger Rayna said...

My mother always said that if she could have afforded it she would have had a cook. I never understood, but I do now!
What a great gift!

8:37 PM  
Blogger bozoette said...

What a wonderful feast! Doing the dishes must not have been too onerous after that.

10:39 AM  
Blogger lacochran said...

That sounds fantastic! Good for you!

12:44 PM  
Blogger Steve said...

I'm so glad you told us what his tee shirt said. When I saw the first photo, I thought it was some kind of vegetarian message -- but that seemed pretty incongruous with his rib-picking!

6:30 PM  
Blogger Kellyann Brown said...

Wow!! That menu sounds GREAT!!

1:25 PM  

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