Sunday, August 31, 2014

A Birthday Feast

After 10 years of throwing dinner parties, exploring my culinary skills and learning the hard way that timing is everything, I think that, at the ripe old age of 28, I have finally found my ideal birthday meal.

Actually, food aside, let me tell you before I say anything else that Friday night was absolutely wonderful.  Seven friends from totally different pieces of my life gathered in my apartment after work to help me celebrate my birthday, and it just felt like all my worlds were fitting together seamlessly.

Because I knew I wanted to spend as much time with my guests as possible, I planned the meal with the goal of minimizing the energy I'd have to spend in the kitchen on Friday evening.  I decided to make ratatouille and a roasted leg of lamb, dishes that are labor-intensive but that are even better when prepared ahead of time, served with a crusty baguette.  In the middle of dinner, one of the girls asked where I'd found the recipes, and it made me super sentimental to realize that I'd discovered each at various phases of my adult life.

I didn't really like zucchini, eggplant, or tomatoes growing up; I finally accepted them as potential ingredients when I lived in Paris, but it wasn't until my friend Christine made ratatouille in summer 2009, when we lived together in London, that I truly understood the glory that could be achieved with those humble vegetables.  Despite insisting that I wouldn't like ratatouille, I found myself sneaking bites of the braising vegetables as they simmered on the stove.  It inspired an imaginary Pixar moment and I was immediately converted to the cult of ratatouille.  Soon after I moved back to DC from London in summer 2012, I created my own recipe, amalgamated from a few I found online, and it's been an integral part of every summer since.  When I made it for this party, I prepared it on Thursday night up through the step in the recipe when you combine all of the vegetables in the Dutch oven, after which I put the pot in the fridge to sit until Friday evening, when I heaved it back onto the stovetop and simmered the vegetables for nearly two hours over low heat.

The lamb - oh, the lamb!  Every time I roast a leg of lamb, I thank God for the friendly butcher at the Columbus Circle Whole Foods who, in early 2005, took pity on my ambition and told me how to make the best marinade ever.  I'd moved to New York for college a few months prior and my grandparents let me have a dinner party in their gorgeous Upper West Side apartment while they were out of town.  I felt terribly grown up and decided that only the most elegant meal would do.  Facing the meat counter at Whole Foods, I was bewitched by the butterflied leg of lamb.  The below recipe comes directly from the butcher who helped me nearly a decade ago!

Roast Lamb
serves 8 with leftovers

4.5lbs boneless butterflied leg of lam
hearty splash of olive oil
2 tbs pesto
2 tbs minced sun dried tomatoes
4 tbs grated parmesan cheese
fresh rosemary
fresh thyme
salt and pepper

Mix the ingredients for the marinade well together in a big bowl.  (Go easy on the salt if you're using store-bought pesto, like I did, and if your jar of sun dried tomatoes is marinated in heavily-seasoned oil.)  Rinse the lamb and pat it dry, picking off any big globs of fat; you do want to leave a thin layer of fat, though, to keep the lamb from drying out in the oven.  Place the lamb in the bowl and work the marinade into the meat, making sure to cover every surface and get it into all crevasses.  You'll want to use your hands for this!  Cover the bowl with clingfilm and place in the refrigerator for at least two hours.  (I prepared the lamb before I left for work on Friday morning, so it soaked up the marinade for about 10 hours.)

Preheat the oven to 425°F/220°C and take the lamb out of the fridge to bring it to room temperature.  When the oven is ready, place the lamb in a tray with high sides and roast for about 90 minutes.  Check the lamb every so often and baste with the accumulated juiced from the bottom of the pan.  For lamb just on the pink side of medium, the internal temperature should be 140°F.  Once it's done, take it out of the oven and cover with foil, letting it rest for 10 minutes.  Then carve, serve, and enjoy!

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Friday, August 29, 2014

28 Things for 28 Years

It's my birthday!  This week has been sort of insane at work, so I definitely plan on taking the whole long weekend to indulge myself in my advancing age.  A few friends are coming over for dinner tonight, I'm going apple picking tomorrow, my parents are taking me out to dinner on Sunday, and I've booked myself a facial on Monday.  It's going to be fab!

Totally narcissistically, I've decided to celebrate my birthday on this blog by sharing 28 things - one for each year - you might not know about me.  Some probably won't come as a surprise to you.  Others... well, let's see!

28 Things for 28 Years

1. I love public speaking.
2. But I was terrified when I got solos in choir.
3. I founded an all-girls barbershop quartet in high school.
4. I hold my nose every time I jump into a pool.
5. In 6th grade, I won first place in a national French competition. It's been all downhill from there.
6. I dyed my hair once, in 8th grade; I was going for auburn but it ended up sort of purple.
7. I've been thinking about getting a small discrete tattoo for a while but I'm afraid my mother will disown me.
8. If I could get another degree, I'd want to go to divinity school.
9. I love amusement parks and county fairs.
10. But I don't really like theme parks.
11. And I have no desire to ever go on a cruise.
12. I'm a city girl but my fantasy is to move to a smaller university town like Charlottesville or Ithaca.
13. Similarly, I'd love to live in Oxford or Cambridge if Jon and I don't settle in London when we move back to England.
14. I can't wait to have a house with a garden but I'm terrified that I'll discover I don't have a green thumb at all.
15. I don't get manicures but a good pedicure is one of my favorite luxuries.
16. Folding laundry soothes me.
17. I can forgive almost anything if the person responsible owns his/her mistake and resolves to learn from it.
18. I hate horror films but I love Hitchcock.
19. I failed a class in college freshman year because I slept through the final exam, which counted for 75% of the grade.
20. I loved creative writing when I was younger, but I've never wanted to write a novel.
21. If I were to try to get something of mine published, it would be nonfiction - probably a series of essays.
22. I wish I could talk like Aaron Sorkin writes.
23. I cried the first time I voted (which was in the 2004 elections) because I was so overcome with civic pride.
24. Giving up sweets wouldn't be too hard for me.
25. Giving up cheese would be impossible.
26. I don't like the combination of peanut butter and chocolate.
27. I don't have original taste in music - and I'm totally okay with that.  Show me a bandwagon and I'll jump on it.
28. If I could have one celebrity show up to sing me Happy Birthday, I'd want it to be Harry Connick Jr.

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