Filed under: Dinners, general ramblings | Tags: brooklyn, local food, supper club, williamsburg
I know. I have a lot of blogging catch-up to do. The pictures from last dinner haven’t been posted (well there’s one—see the header) and my number of culinary adventures, disasters and mishaps is growing (while the hours of sleep are dwindling). And wasn’t this the point of starting a blog in the first place—
to share words and wisdom of all things delicious? I blame sausage stuffing,
a casserole cook-off, beer pairing, canning, a cooking-dating show and the family of mice living behind my stove.
However, gripped by the warm and fuzzy spirit of this past week’s political victories as well as the anticipation of upcoming family feasts, I am throwing together a not-so-secret-very-last-minute butter machine dinner!
Now, before you turn your pockets inside out—I need to inform you that this dinner is a little different. And if all goes well, it may become the new butter machine dinner formula.
The Deal: This Friday, November 14th, 8pm. Four courses. Thirty bucks. The catch? You pick the beers.
Tonight I’ll be posting the menu as well as style of beer recommended for each course. Then you can pick a dish and shoot me an e-mail (I can also answer any questions) on what you’re bringing. Participation is fun!
Figure you’re quenching the thirst of 12 folks, each guest receiving 4-6 oz. of beer. Which, if my math is correct, means you’d have to bring four or so beers. We can all then swap and sip and trade and it will be very fun, I think. You’re only limited to the type of beer posted, though you will get extra brownie points if it’s from one of Brooklyn’s own breweries (Kelso, Six Point and the Brooklyn Brewery).
So, before we all take off in pursuit of dried out turkey and fruitcake, I invite you to shake out the tablecloth one last time. I have lots of thanks to give (to the friends I know and the ones I haven’t met yet) and a lot of food to share.
Oh yea, check the next page for the menu.
photo credit: Lily ‘don’t touch that dial’ Frances Henderson.