Wednesday, November 23, 2005

And also to mention

1. We tailgated at the Haahvahd-Yale game on Saturday. We brought clam dip made from a recipe in The WASP Cookbook and Martini fixings, but no one seemed in the mood for gin at 10:00 a.m. At least not in our grownup tailgate area. Over in the undergrad area, where tailgating energy has been pent up for an entire football season, they had probably already consumed at least a bottle of gin per capita by then. The crowd was everything you imagine a tailgating crowd at the Yale Bowl to be. Mink coats, pearls, duck shoes. I wore my "go-to-hell" orange pants with embroidered bees on them just to be in the spirit of things.

Photo by Jen.

2. I sliced a pretty good chunk out of my finger the other day while making this delicious eggplant recipe. Fortunately it was a very, very sharp knife that made a very, very clean cut. Unfortunately it means that I am a little knife-shy at the moment and am very glad to not be cooking Thanksgiving dinner, for the first time in many, many years.

3. Speaking of Thanksgiving dinner, thanksbegiven to Harry and Jean Boardman, who are our hosts at the Whetstone Inn in Marlboro, Vermont this weekend. They are Ham's parents and have agreed to feed us (and Siobhan and Jeff) in exchange for keeping their son out of trouble after the big meal. Even more than a giant turkey feast in a Colonial inn, though, I am excited about breakfast the morning after. You really have not lived well until you have eaten one of Jean Boardman's waffles, served with two pitchers: one of warm maple syrup from the tree out back; one of melted butter. Andy described her waffles as being like the first time you eat a hot Krispy Kreme doughnut and suddenly an entire new world of doughnut possibility opens up before you. If I could pick a day of last meals, Jean's waffle would be among the breakfast offerings. I am getting weak just typing this, so I'll stop now. Drool. Droooool.


At 2:33 PM, Blogger Mona said...

Happy Thanksgiving. Very cool about the HY game! My bf is a Harvard boy and we were hoping to get up there to the game but I sadly had to work. He caught the 3 overtimes though-holy crap!! Do people even go in to watch the game or is it just boozing?
Happy Thanksgiving and have a great time in Vermont!

At 6:28 PM, Blogger Mrs. Delicious said...

Mona -- some of our fellow tailgaters did make their way to the game, but they seemed to be in the minority. Most everyone else, including the students, seemed to want to just hang around outside and eat shrimp (us) or strip naked in the freezing cold on top of their U-Hauls (the undergrads). Next time I'm not bringing any food, though -- I am just crashing the enormous spread that the School of Management puts on for their alumni! It was a feast of wedding proportions!

At 1:47 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can't believe all of this talk about the Thanksgiving meal, etc., but NO MENTION of one of the most influential flutists of our time!

At 3:39 PM, Blogger Mrs. Delicious said...

Well, I didn't feel it was exactly my place to name-drop PAULA ROBISON, but if you insist. Yes, we had Thanksgiving dinner with her, and with her husband Scott Nickrenz, former head of the Spoleto festivals, and with former president of the New England Conservatory Laurence Lesser and his wife, the preeminent violinist Masuko Ushioda. Not to mention Harry Boardman, former associate provost of Columbia University and member of the Council on Foreign Relations. Ahem.


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