Caesar salad with smoked salmon? That's rather odd you say. Who the heck puts smoked salmon on their caesar salad? B and A? A doesn't even like seafood. Now why on earth would they do something like that? Hmm, this place seems to have something similar. So similar in fact that they did indeed get the whole meal from Aroma.
Now, there is nothing wrong with that. We all know B and A aren't culinary inclined. Atrocious is the story of one dinner party at the home of a law firm partner that one friend told me about. The attorneys all arrived at the finely appointed apartment of this man. A fancy tablecloth overlay the dining room table, which was set with beautiful glasses and silverware. As everyone gathered and waited for the food to be served, the partner went around, clapped his hands together and asked people what they would like to have. "Excuse me?" They asked, puzzled. "Chinese, Thai, Indian, Italian, anything you want," he replied. He took people's orders, and then called for delivery. Now that's shameful.
Brunch was really fun. Fine company, good food, ecletic conversation: we covered Gilmore Girls and Sarah Palin.
No the reason why brunch was a teensy bit difficult to stomach was because it was served on a table that was right next to this kitchen:
B and A moved awhile back into their brand new luxury condo that comes fully equipped with stone countertops and Viking appliances. They have a real vent that vents outside. My dream for myself when I get around to finally growing up and being an adult. They've cooked so little, that they (1) never realized they needed to pull off the protective plastic over the vent screen and (2) the plastic has barely melted despite the fact that B and A have lived there for months and months. Their refrigerator, their Viking refrigerator is used as a general cold storage slash pantry unit and in addition to housing juice, beer and condiments, also makes space for their cereal and all other food items. The kitchen cabinets primarily house random items, and their beloved dog's clothes.
And bless their hearts, this is what they do with their oven:
Store their vacuum cleaner.
The wannabe gourmet chef in me is dying -- DYING.
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A (of B and A) graciously forwarded your blog post regarding brunch at their place. I feel your pain. Intensely. What I wouldn't give to cook on a Viking range! Or have a kitchen so pristine. They say youth is wasted on the young...this kitchen is definitely wasted on B and A. But they're such great people that we forgive them their trespasses and hope to one day be invited to cook for them in their beautiful kitchen.
L, A's sister-in-law.
B, my mother would be horrified. If you and A would like to visit us in Hillsboro Beach, I promise to teach you how to use a kitchen.
S, B's friend since elementary school.
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