In early November, my pal — and fellow New Yorker! — Stephanie had the absolutely brilliant idea of bringing together some friends, new and old, and starting a monthly supper club. The basic idea is this:
The group would get together for dinner every four to six week, rotating amongst ourselves as to who would host each meal. The host or hosts would then decide upon a theme (Mediterranean, squash, things that are red, etc.) and have first choice as to which course he, she or they would prepare. The rest of us would be asked to bring the remaining courses to dinner, along with a bottle of wine, beer or similar, and Tupperware containers to bring home leftovers. Then we could eat, drink, be merry, and have lovely conversations with new friends. We planned to get together at my house late in December for our maiden voyage (maiden meal?) but unfortunately, we weren’t able to work it out. It didn’t help that Boston got dumped with a gajillion inches of snow the day before, either.
This weekend, however, is our second go. I think I might be even more excited about supper club now than I was in November, mostly because I’m using it as a reason to debut one of Keith’s Christmas gifts to me: a raclette grill. I’ve had raclette exactly once before, during a ski weekend that wasn’t quite a ski weekend, since only two people went skiing, and neither of them were me. What it ended up being more than anything else was an eating weekend, and raclette was most definitely the gastronomic highlight. Even now, more than two years later, I can easily rhapsodize about this cheese. So I’m very much looking forward to Sunday, and to when we’ll be eating massive piles of melty raclette stirred into potatoes, mixed with caramelized onions, and spread onto crusty baguettes.
Sounds great, doesn’t it? I’ll let you know how it all goes… Aside from fabulously, of course!