This first night was a great start for us all: the food was fantastic. Bob told us the main dish was going to be Rock Cornish game hens and we all brought things that did very well as sides and yes the dessert was awesome, delish, killer. But that's our Rita and thats the magic she weaves. I finally have a kitchen and my tools within easy reach, so cooking is fun again since leaving Calif. That was three years ago and then I moved into a trailer, an old beat up trailer with a crumby kitchen. But Tim was worth it and now we have this pretty house in the woods, great friends and opportunities to bring new recipes and events like this one into our lives.
I also want to credit Elizabeth Gilbert with our name, from her book, Committed. Jan loved the line about being flipped by the cosmic spatula and we all peed in our pants we liked it so much. Most of us were around for the 60's, so it seems perfect for us...the title, not the wetting of out trousers, although we may bring that up during our next dinner.
Which brings to mind:
Maybe because we all know each other well enough to feel comfortable, there wasn't a subject that seemed out of the bounds of taste or humor. What a ball to be with people like that! I had the most wonderful time. Thanks everyone. Jan was funnier than ever, Fred had political insights that got me thinking, everyone was passionate and ready to enjoy themselves. And the food.... A fabulous time was had by us. We look forward to more of these.
Bon Appetit!!!
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