by Jenise » Wed Jun 19, 2024 7:08 pm
So we were off to Whistler with friends on Sunday. Sunday dinner was going to be in their suite with an Italian pasta. I volunteered to bring a salad, as I'd just ordered a giant lobster tail from Maine (larger than my foot, and I wear a size 10). On hand I also had a bag of sugar snap peas, and I envisioned a fresh salad with mint and mizuna from my garden and a tarragon-laced vinaigrette. I poached the lobster and set it aside to cool, then quickly blanched the peas for about two minutes in the same cooking water and moved to an ice bath. Standard stuff. Then I slivvered the peas and chunked the lobster, putting them in a container and adding the herbs on top but not mixing them. The dressing was made in a separate small container. I put these in a cooler for the trip along with an ice cold bottle of VGW chardonnay to serve with them.
And off we went. On arrival, we realized the cooler didn't make it into the car. I went ballistic as one does, and Bob burst into tears about the failure. Killed me, and I took all the blame--I know he's ill, and I need to double-check everything he does. I actually pulled over before we went over the border to make sure the wine bag got into the car. It did, but I didn't check for the cooler.
It was almost 5:30 and we were due in our friend's room at 6:00, so I called the restaurant (this was at a big Westin resort) and ordered two green side salads and an order of roasted mushrooms. For dressing I asked for lemon juice and olive oil which they supplied me separate little containers of, and I arranged all this in a frying pan that came in our kitchenette. The only bowl was too small, and this was a better presentation anyway. So in fact I served a good salad, but oh my that lobster....
Which got rescued by friends who have a key. They refrigerated it for me and we were grateful to have that to come home to last night, but I felt terrible about not producing it as intended.
My wine shopping and I have never had a problem. Just a perpetual race between the bankruptcy court and Hell.--Rogov