My new diet officially started today and I have high hopes.
I had the traditional, Eat-Your-Last-Great-Meal feast to prepare myself for the month of deprivation. Mantamy and ThinLizzy hosted a reunion of the Paris girls, (did I mention that I went to PARIS last year) and we had a wonderful night of food under the stars.
We had a delicious Croque Monsieur, which is a fancy French version of the melted ham & cheese, and a yummy dessert called Pavlova, which was obviously invented by the Australian’s and named for the Russian ballerina, Anna Pavlova, who visited there in the 1920’s. Whew, I think I just strained my Googler.
I didn’t bother to get the recipe because I took one look at it and knew I’d never even ATTEMPT to make it. I did take a picture of it, but I can’t get it to send, so just imagine a meringue nest of lemon custard and topped with fresh berries. Just writing it makes me want to inhale another one. We had an AWESOME time eating and laughing and there may have been a glass of Sangria or two.
Of course, the party ended the way all great parties end, with someone bleeding in the kitchen. My glass had a small chip in it, and when our Garcon went to wash it, he cut himself bad enough to need FIVE stitches. I felt really bad for him, until Mantamy said their primary concern was that he’d get an infection from my MOUTH GERMS.
Hmmph. I may not have the hosting skills of Mantamy and ThinLizzy, but no one ever cut themselves on a glass at one my MY parties.
That’s why God invented the “tasse rouge”, am I right Kittens?