So after a brief sabbatical, while Steph was off out west, plotting with the Elgar Society, we are all back together for Monday Night Dining…. But it’s Tuesday??? Like the dates in the paschal cycle, Monday night dining is a moveable feast. So let’s get moving.
We were up north, while planning dinner and what do we find in the freezer? A beautiful filet of grouper that we purchased a few weeks ago. I do love my Foodsaver vacuum sealer. One of our favorite ways to cook grouper is mexican style, so we had a theme. As it turns out our friend Tina was going to be in town, so we also had the guest list. The day was one of those on again off again days, weather-wise. I did get a message from Steph saying that things had cleared up and we would be dining outside. By the time our prep was done, it was a whole different story. Low green sky and huge wind gusts. As I got the barbecue lit, the sky opened up. What’s a little rain compared with Monday Night Dining though? We’ve cooked in worse (one day I will regale you with the tale of the turkey). We found out later that the town of Angus was hit with a tornado that night. So maybe this is the worst weather we have cooked in….
For the menu tonight, we serverd Guacamole, then Creamed Tortilla Soup, in those great bowls with the handles.
The main course was Pascado Zarandeado (made with grouper), roasted asparagus and Mexican White Rice. The fish barely fit in my fish basket.
By this time, the rain had stopped, so we inspected the garden to see that everything survived the tempest and on to dessert. We brought along Bruce’s chafing dish and flambeed some Crepas de Cajeta, with toasted pecans. I spied a lovely bottle of reposado tequilla, so what better way to finish off the meal?
Shawn and Steph then played from the book “Old Masters For Young Players” on violin and piano. I think I heard some Handel and Beethoven, possibly some Rameau as well. Let us not forget Bach and his crazy 3/4 time. Actually I think Shawn invented a new time signature for that one. Even though we got together on a dark and stormy night, the warmth of friends breaking bread helped us weather the storm.
More than enough atmosphere last night. Dave, you are our BBQ Hero! I suspect your courage was up from quite a bit of pink wine from Malivoire. I will have to restock the “Lady Bug” rosé.