Mari, I’m not even going to tell them you didn’t toast the baguette.
Sunday’s book club was smashing (even if hardly any of us–me included–finished the book). I love potlucks because you end up with dishes as across the board as seven-layer dip, olive tapenade, and crab rangoons on the coffee table for picking–and every single of one of them was a winner. Dinner was pork tenderloin, pasta salad with pesto (thank you, new food processor!), a delicious salad courtesy of Lisa of the Delicious Salads, and a date and goat cheese tart (I KNOW RIGHT) that was maybe one of the most amazing things I’ve ever eaten at home. Just to be clear: DATES. AND GOAT CHEESE. IN A PIE CRUST.
OK good talk.
I took zero pictures because I was too busy drinking beer, scraping my jaw off the hardwood in the face of the storytelling prowess of a certain feisty redhead, and trying to convince Abbey not to do a dramatic reading of this blog. So you’ll just have to take my word for it that all the food was gorgeous. And that all of us are, too.
Next month: nonfiction and Tex-Mex in Cambridge. We’re pretty excited about it.