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folks, guess who came to dinner? Behind every great man (Dr. Clark) there
is an even greater woman (Mrs. Clark). She is the master of organization. Last week she
asked if my wife and I would like to join them for dinner. I accepted graciously. Their
dinner guest however was a vegetarian and she wondered which restaurant would do the best.
All of my restaurants have vegetarian dishes, but when she said their guest was the singer
Michael Bolton, who comes to town to visit them and play golf at Pebble Beach with the
Doc, well I suggested we go to my house instead because I would love to cook for them. Dinner was set for 7:30, until Mrs. Clark called at
5:00 to say the boys were still on the links. |
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called back at 6:30, they're still out - 7:25, still out - which is fine, I understand
about these things. Well 8:30 and they finally show. The fireplace is roaring, the food is set out buffet style; my
niece, Mika, is standing tall and my GM, Kevin, has his corkscrew at the ready. I thought
for a moment before that I hope it wasn't going to be like that movie "The Big
Night." Folks, I may love my steaks, but let me tell you, I love cooking vegetarian.
All it really is, is typical Mediterranean style food.
We had sautéed Swiss chard, spinach with
raisins and pine nuts, caponata (eggplant relish), cannellini, grilled eggplant, green
beans with fresh mint and exotic |
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parmigiana (my style), fresh fiddlehead ferns, giant fresh morel mushrooms, roasted jumbo
asparagus, braised artichokes, roasted tomatoes and bell peppers, a very simple pasta with
tomato sauce and pecorino cheese, a couple of olives and some fresh Monterey Spot Prawns,
supplied by Robby Aliotti (thanks, pal), on standby. We followed with my favorite, the after dinner cheese course. I was
happy to introduce everyone to the combination of fine cheeses with fig jam, dried
pineapple, nuts and crackers. By the way, Mike (Carmel Cheese Shop), thanks for the real
special cheese that we served with a spoon. Not only did it stink up the room and keep us
laughing, but I still can't get the smell off of my hands. That cheese is dangerous. |
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