Friends, I will never be the same. I fear my life has reached its pinnacle already. I have peaked. Colors will never be as bright, birds not as joyful, food not as delicious, laughter not as loud.
Let me explain: Jason Dady cooked in my kitchen last night.
It all started weeks ago on Twitter. Jason Dady (@chefjasondady) said he was starting DUK, Dady Underground Kitchen, where he would come cook, in your kitchen, for you and 4 other couples. 10 people total. The menu would be a secret. We would provide the wine, a wine for each of the 5 courses.
So we assembled the DUK crowd – our usual dinner group (John and me, Kate and Sam, Casey and Jarret) and we asked our friend Beth and Jason, and Nicolette who brought her friend Vickie.
We cleaned the house. We bought fresh flowers. We gave everyone our address. And then we waited.
And then Jason Dady was here!
Let’s see him cooking again, shall we?
Jason Dady announced that the first course would be out of things he found in our fridge. I was struck with fear, because we hadn’t gone shopping the previous weekend because we were in Cleveland. I was afraid he would be forced to make something out of frozen bacon and pudding.
But he came up with a bruschetta with cheese, leeks, and peaches.
That’s Josh there in the background, looking for some wine to pour.
I think this is when I started getting really drunk. 10 bottles of wine for 10 people. Cmon. I’m only 5’2″.
Rabbit head-to-toe. Or, as Jason Dady calls is, head-to-fluffy-tail. Rabbits are adorable, and delicious. There’s also some celery bulb puree and japanese eggplant.
Kate dreams about the crostada she had at Tre Trattoria. Dreams. Every day. Sam (not so subtly) hinted to Jason Dady that he wanted a crostada, so he got one. This is a nectarine crostada. Remember my onion goggles? Jason Dady wore them for me! ZOMG!
Also for your amusement:
I would like to thank my fellow DUK-ers, John, Beth, Jason (“Pumpkin”), Kate, Sam, Casey, Jarret, Nicolette, and Vickie, for being awesome and enjoying this experience. Thanks to Casey and Jarret for watching Buster so he wouldn’t go berserk, and for loaning us the table and chairs. Thanks to John for all of the cleaning we did. Muchos gracias to the internets and Twitter for facilitating this. Thanks to Josh, for being patient and helping Jason Dady.
And the biggest thanks of all to Jason Dady, for cooking us dinner, being cool, wearing onion goggles, telling us stories, not mocking the food in our fridge, and drinking wine with us. Will you come cook for me all the time? Pretty please?