Posts Tagged ‘Dinner Party’
Opening Day and Failure Pie
To commemorate the formal inauguration of White Wine Season, in addition to commemorating the resurrection of good ‘ol Jesus, I co-hosted an Easter Potluck last Sunday. Potluck is another word for “I don’t want to slave in the kitchen all day and spend $327 for you to come over and drink all my booze and leave me with 78 dirty dishes”.
In addition to some delicious side dishes, like Roasted Spring Vegetables with Salsa Verde and my very own Au Gratin Potatoes with Goat Cheese and Herbs, I failed miserably in the dessert department.
I wasn’t going to make dessert, because baking just isn’t my thing and I experience anxiety when desserts are abandoned in my apartment and we’re forced to spend alone time together. But on Easter Eve, feeling nostalgic for my mother’s Lemon Meringue pie…I decided to make the call.
This is a transcript of our conversation:
Mom: “Before I give you the recipe, there’s something you need to know. Remember when you scratched off a winning instant lottery ticket at Kroger in 1988 and I spent the winnings on a brand-new microwave from Montgomery Ward?”
Me: “Um…yeah I guess.”
Mom: “Well, that Montgomery Ward microwave came with a Montgomery Ward microwave cookbook. And, all these years…”
Me: (gasp) “Mom! No! Don’t say it!”
Mom: “Yes, it’s true. The Lemon Meringue pie you and your brother have devoured every Easter since the late ’80s has been made in a microwave.”
Ancient family secret, revealed…just like that. Coming to terms with this truth wasn’t easy. My Mom’s Lemon Meringue is the best lemon meringue I’ve ever had…the woman is capable of some serious peaks on that meringue. And to think that the origins of this tarte and sweet and fluffy and smooth annual treat was an ’80s microwave was astounding.
I won’t bore you with the details, but look at this piece of shit. Apparently it’s impossible, despite the strength and speed of your hand-mixing skills, to make meringue by hand. And apparently I missed some other very, very important Montgomery Ward Microwave tips.
Growing up, my mother entertained constantly. Holidays, Sunday Dinners, summertime barbeques…she used food to bring people together. And while I picked up her love of cooking and entertaining, I also inherited her slipshod time-management skills.
Every Sunday my grandparents would pull their huge Lincoln into the driveway, their usual 25 minutes early, and my frantic Chef Mother (in pajamas and no makeup) would scream an expletive and run into her bedroom. Ten minutes later she would emerge calm and collected with incredible hair volume, her smiling lipsticked face giving no indication of the last words that crossed those lips. But she never quite had things ready in time. (I love you Nan!)
Last weekend, I hosted a Thai-themed dinner party for a few friends. Continue Reading


