I have the good fortune to hang out with people who share my
rabid interest in food. Some time ago
while enjoying the last of the wine that went with an exceptionally jovial
dinner, we decided that we needed to gather on a regular basis to eat and
drink. And so we needed a name. A name that would convey our purpose, a name
that would sound good as an acronym.
Strangely, what we wound up with was “Tin Foil Swans ” (TFS). The regular attendees are yours truly, my Aussie
husband, the couple who like renovating houses, the Lawyers, and the Communist
Bastard and his lovely wife. I’m pretty
sure he isn’t a Communist, and he is certainly not a bastard, but as he insists
upon being referred to as that, we’ll call him “CB”.
We always have a theme for our dinners, and the more those
themes push our modest abilities, the better they are. I should clarify that most of us are of
modest ability; CB is not. He cranks out
restaurant-quality food for his family on a weeknight. I have made it my life’s work to try to top
his presentations. I have succeeded
once, during our “everything has to start with the letter ”L” dinner.
I made lobster 3 ways – Mornay, ceviche, and a mousse, topped with a
truffle juice “caviar” and served in oyster shells. It took everything I had and looked like this:
I have not been able to plate to that standard again, but I keep trying!
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