Eat Your Best Friends

February 15, 2010

Strawberry rose milkshake with rose laced cream; kobe beef, mimolette with quince mustard and vanilla aioli in steamed bun

Some new-ish friends of mine put on a gourmet paid dinner party every two weeks, centered around a theme. (Think Thomas Keller in your own backyard.) For Christmas it was Home Alone, for January it was a ten-course meal based on the ten best songs of 2009. Pictured above is the song “Walkabout (featuring Noah Lennox)” by Atlas Sound

This is not your parents dinner party.

posted by Amanda Mae Meyncke in cooking, food, friends, local, love | * | 1 comment

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Deron Bauman on February 15th, 2010 at 11:26 am

fuck me that looks good.

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