Do you know what local guy Garrison Keillor had for dinner last Saturday night?
(click to enlarge)Yep, this seven-course celebration was designed by Mario Batali for the great Jim Harrison's entry into the American Academy of Arts and Letters.
You know what we had for dinner, our first big summer grill-out?
Hamburgers with mayo and onion and mango salsa
black beans and rice with
grilled tortillas
sliced avocados
grilled corn on the cob from the Farmers Market, 12 ears
My special rhubarb cream cake, in honor of the Dad
And you know what? Not only was our fete tasty, we actually had some women around our table.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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Wow, to design a menu for the man who once "suggested curing heartbreak by broiling a two- to three-pound porterhouse, eating it with your hands, followed by a hot bath in which you consume the best bourbon you can buy until the bottle is empty"...
Your dinner sounds just lovely. I love summer grilling season because you can do so much or so little with burgers and brats and all the accouterments and you're going to have a great meal no matter what.
Ha! I saw that story and video right after hearing that Minnesota writer Bill Holm hung out with the writerly gang in Patagonia. . . And I tried Linda Harrison's gruyere polenta, but without the cigarette ashes! (http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/25/books/25breci.html?ex=1182484800&en=150a97f9c76e3bfe&ei=5070)
You're so right about the grilling!
Cute menu, cool, i like it!!!
So I also ate at Del Posto the last time I was in NYC, about a month ago. We were on the bar side, though, which was cheaper, but still spendy as the Minnesotans say. Our table was primarily women, and I will say that it was probably the best meal (5-course tasting menu) I've ever had.
That said, I'd much rather be hanging out around the grill with Night Editor, because I wouldn't have to worry about using the wrong fork and the conversation would be better.
You are a gal about town . . . and you've sold me on Del Posto! But we McClans would try hard to match that meal what with our beer-soaked corn and our witty banter. . . .
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