When we went to DC in December, I got to visit one of Twinkle's pups who now lives in VA.
HIs name is Buddy and he is a furry ball of delight.
He has a sister named Lola, from a previous litter of Twinkle's and she is a beauty.
While visiting the grand dogs is always a highlight of any trip I take, we also were treated to a fantastic holiday dinner at Rivercreek Country Club on the Potomac.
Not only was the food and wine fancy, there was also a sense of humor served with it. The courses were created to represent all the markets in the country that my husband's region held.
For Tennessee, the chef whipped up moonshine martinis!
I'm not a good drinker, two glasses and I start giggling or snorting, so I figured I shouldn't drink it. I just ate the olive instead.
The liquor soaked, strong olive. It was pretty tasty, but almost made my head spin.
Luckily, we had some of the world's prettiest food coming to soak up the liquor I'd just chewed up in that olive.
Usually, I'm not a fan of rare beef, but this was beyond amazing. It was cooked sous-vide and perfectly done.
And I don't think I've ever had a dessert this good. The disc thing on the bottom? I have no idea what it was made of, but when I bit into it, the thing disappeared into an explosion of flavor. Really, it disappeared. Like eating some sort of tasty ghost. But it was more like powder, not like cotton candy, although a similar principle. Delicious air.
It was all just perfect. So good that, looking at these pictures has made me sad about dinner tonight, and I had been looking forward to homemade pot pies in the oven before I started thinking about this meal. It was quite a special treat.
Top Chef style dream food and a great night. I even made it through the evening without snorting after imbibing the moonshine.
Karla, you are so funny. This post gave me big smiles all the way through! Eating special food like that makes you feel so pampered, doesn’t it? I really don’t think I would have been able to eat that beef, though. I guess it would have been a bit gauche to have asked them to pop it into the microwave for me for a couple of minutes, though, huh? ; )
I dont care for rare beef either but this was not bloody or uncooked at all with this technique. Really cool.
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Karla…I love that you admit to snorting when you laugh..my dearest friends snort whenever we are together and start to laugh. You’re one of us! We must be separated at birth, too, because I always ask for my beef to be well-done…even when the waiter sneers at my lack of sophistication! Love to spend time looking at your dreamy photos and writing. We need to have lunch one of these days. Patty (in Atchison)
Lovely! Not a thing wrong with pot pies though! Well…if they’re homemade, that is.
Isn’t it fun to see your babies grow up? Lizzie’s foster mom is coming to tea next week — she’ll be excited to see her! And that dinner — to die for!