Last night I had four amigas over for dinner. Thanksgiving was the theme. It was selected in honor of my pal Amelia, who was well met in Patagonia, hails from Boston, and most recently lived in Shanghai, where I understand that Roasted Turkeys are hard to come by.
I prepared a lot of food. A whole lot.
No surprise there.
But then why only one lone picture from the evening's menu? The appetizer of Scallops Crudo with Fennel was lovely, but why no snapshots of the Herb Roasted Turkey or the Sourdough Bread Salad or the Porcini Gravy or the Greenmarket Asparagus or the Spicy Sweet Potato and Pineapple Mash?
Well, that's because my guests gobbled it all up too fast for me to take a photo.
I'm not kidding.
14-pound turkey versus five women. No contest.
Heck, I hardly have enough turkey left over to create a sandwich!
Even the Pecan Pie was demolished in one fell swoop. Thankfully, however, a bit of Pumpkin Gelato survived the massacre -- barely.
It was an evening in which I handed out several "clean plate" awards. I can only hope that today my guests are wearing their gold stars and full stomachs with pride.
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