I lived in Chicago with my sissie for a lot of years. And during those years, we cooked a lot of meals for a lot of friends. Don’t get me wrong–there was plenty of eating out. Nothing like single girls with discretionary income to make seeking out and experiencing Chicago’s restaurants a fine obsession. Those were fabulous meals, meals to remember. Yet when it came right down to it we both enjoyed precious down-time hanging around at home, in a great condo, cooking sup. Peg would mix something good to drink (drinks being one of her specialties) and one of us would hoist herself up on the counter while the other chopped or cooked or hoisted her own self up on the counter if the food got too distracting for the talk.
Menu was a running topic of discussion, something that came straight from growing up in our household on Wagon Wheel Lane. Menu was also a running topic for the pen: Peg had us memorializing our meals in a leather-bound book of two-sisters-suppers. We’d keep track of what we cooked, what worked, what didn’t, who came. And we also noted the affinities and dislikes of our guests so we could remember next time that Nadina is never, not ever, going to eat a Greek cookie that her mother didn’t make, so don’t try to pass one off on her from Treasure Island (even though it’s baked by a little Greek lady. No Go).
It’s a special week in Lincoln Park on Seminary Avenue. I’ll tell you more about that in just a bit. Meantime, here’s what’s cooking:
Dinner at the Aboods
St. Germaine champagne cocktails by mixologist Mary M. Abood, Esq. (beer for Jeanne)
Grilled strip steaks and cippolini onions with maitre d’hotel butter
Mom’s special rice with market mixed mushrooms, scallions, and toasted pine nuts
Green beans with olive oil, garlic, salt and pepper
Berry cobbler, vanilla ice cream
Little plate of chocolates
(fruit dessert always requires a little plate of chocolates passed in addition.
Because fruit is very good, but it isn’t chocolate)
Are you free to come over for dinner?
We’d love to have you.
Don’t bring a thing.
See you soon.