But WHY, Alicia???
I’m not going to lie, I took my cooking skills to the next culinary level because of a boy. But ALSO because I had a gigantic kitchen in Brooklyn at the time, with a dishwasher, a huge refrigerator and tons of accumulated utensils and cooking ware from past roommates. I was in cute little Park Slope with a flea market where I discovered vintage aprons and a nearby kitchen store. I realized my year in the East Village did not involve any home-based baking, which, if you know me at all, does HORRIBLE things to my mental clarity and overall state of happiness. Take Alicia out of the kitchen and you will be left with a sad and hungry little monster.
All of the necessary ingredients for becoming a tried and true domestic were in place. I bought cookbooks and READ them, put on the aprons, perused the oven mitt selection at Williams-Sonoma, and as I fell in love with said boy, and the pink KitchenAid Mixer he’d get for my birthday, that’s when it hit me: I LOVE dining in. And you know what, my food is often better than what I pay upwards of $15 a plate for at restaurants.
I am not alone in my love for home-cooked meals and good company. Behold, a plethora of supper clubs.
*Supper Clubs*
They’re baaaaaack. Were they ever gone, or just underground? Or just not “well-documented” because the internet didn’t provide that service as of yet? Well, they are here and they are popular.
Sounds dangerous! Kidding. Two ladies cook this monthly dinner for 8 lucky guests at a time. Four courses, including a delectable dessert, and accompanied by a complimentary cocktail, and wine or beer make for a happily stuffed evening.
Supper is based on what’s in season, but always centers around a key ingredient like “tomato” or “apple.” Yum.
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