by Jenise » Tue May 19, 2026 12:20 pm
I spent the weekend in L.A. Remember that Spanish menu I mentioned a month or so ago for a group with several picky eaters, none of whose I-Don'ts aligned? Well, one couple had to cancel and there went 90% of our problems. Funny though, where we were dreading all the things we'd have to leave out of our menu because of that couple, they were stuck at home with a visiting college friend of Jim's: a GF, vegetable-hating, teetotaller from the midwest.
For the wine dinner, we made: seared scallops on a bed of romesceau sauce, olives marinated with mixed citrus rinds (not from a jar, we made); a classic Spanish tortilla topped with a chunky gazpacho sauce; chicken thighs lightly braised with garlic, fresh thyme, saffron and sherry thickened with fried sourdough and ground almonds with garlic rice and melted leeks; and lastly carrot-almond caked topped with macerated orange supremes and tarragon.
The ideas for the food were great and the flavors excellent, but the execution lacked because my friend's 50 year old gas stove doesn't have the BTU's to brown/sear ANYTHING. And everything sticks to her pans: even her non-stick pans were sticky because she scrubs everything with steel wool. SIGH.
But we had other good food. On Thursday night when I arrived, she had out a 7 yr old box of arborio rice, a package of green chile sausage from her farmer's market, and a fennel bulb. Could I make dinner out of that? Oh, and here's a '97 Girardin 1er Cru to go with whatever you make. Well, okay!, I did, and it was delicious--though I recommended throwing out the rest of that box of rice*. The next day, Friday, we shopped for ingredients for Saturday night. Before we left we discussed options: a 2000 Chandon de Brialles Corton could go with Friday's dinner and an '89 Grange for Sunday. We agreed on fresh halibut and rack of lamb respectively.
*Annabelle's a hoarder. She never throws anything out no matter how brown, tired and useless. It's such a shame. Cooking in her kitchen is not the usual someone-else's-kitchen challenge, it's a nightmare. At one point I asked for red wine vinegar and she produced a bottle of brown liquid per the label made from Chianti. I took it out of her hands and dumped it down the sink while she screamed. Hoarders do not easily part with their hoard. Ditto 7 or 10 other things similarly useless, including every jar of dried herbs I found in her cabinet. I poured them out without even asking--one has to. I would be willing to bet that the cardboardy Arborio rice didn't leave. I never saw it in the trash.
But fresh halibut was not to be had (tried Costo, and two Gelson's including one in the ritzy, wealthy enclave of Westlake Village), but Costco had beautiful bright red fresh ahi, and we nabbed a package with a lot of belly (toro). It was just enough to cut one into tournedo-sized servings for that night's dinner and chop up the rest for a fine lunch ceviche the next day. Because we had committed to cooking Spanish-ish for the weekend, and had produce Annabelle had picked up at the Farmer's market before I arrived to incorporate into things--not to mention that '97 Girardin for pairing--I made a smoked paprika-lemon-onion butter for the seared rare Ahi that we set atop a melange of sliced yukon gold potatoes, sliced carrot and freshly shucked peas. It worked.
Anyway, I love these people, I really do. They're the oldest friends we have. But cooking in their home is not easy. In addition to the things described above is the fact that there's almost no room to chop and assemble because the hoarding extends to dead appliances, like the stack of three toaster ovens on one counter of which only the top one works, and the piles of excess other things acquired at garage sales--will she ever be able to use 42 cookie sheets? No, but that misses the point. They were good (enough), and cheap, and it's fun to shop. The laundry room next to the kitchen is no longer usable for laundry because the surface area is open storage for all the things she doesn't need and can't find (like her food processor, which I needed but is currently MIA--one thing I know for sure, she didn't give it away!)
My wine shopping and I have never had a problem. Just a perpetual race between the bankruptcy court and Hell.--Rogov