One Wicked Sigh of Relief

How about that? I got so wrapped up in all the amazing victories of the past week that I didn’t slow down to write3013068061_4aff70d364_b about any of them, or even follow-up on my earlier post. Pardon my lateness, and allow me to indulge.

Last night, Aaron and his girlfriend Colleen invited Michael, Stefanie, Angela, and me over for a multicourse dinner of small eats, which of course turned out to be a wonderful parade of food. We hung out around the island as Aaron and Colleen dished out plate after plate, proving themselves to be the perfect prepping and cooking pair. We had a cheese plate with apples. Lavash with goat cheese, broiled figs, and honey (perhaps my favorite item on the menu). Corn chips with cheesy tofu, broiled corn, avocado, olives, and tomato. A perfect salad with Deborah Madison’s creamy shallot dressing. (The salad was made of field greens with celery, feta, hard boiled egg slices, sunflower seeds, tomatoes, and maybe something else, too. We loved it.) Seared tuna with saffron aioli. Beef tenderloin with horseradish sauce. Soba noodles with peanut sauce and cabbage. Blooming jasmine tea. And ice cream with homemade biscotti.

Can you imagine what a mess this would make in the hands of a lesser chef? Aaron, though, is a bit of a wizard in the kitchen, a fan of mise en place cooking, and also a conservationist through and through. In his charming fashion, his tidy ecological footprint carries over to everything he does. After serving this wild spread of food, his kitchen was perfectly clean, as shown in this picture of us, taken immediately after our meal.

DSC01034Another fun food night happened at my place with eight of us on election night. With the stakes so high, we were all on edge and unprepared to face the possibility of a McCain win. But many things did bode well. Stefanie showed up with her fabulous Obama cake, which sent out good vibes into the world as she was baking. Vanessa reported that astrologically, Obama’s victory was written profusely all over the stars. And although Tamas, Elysia’s Hungarian husband who has lived in the States for the three years, couldn’t even vote, he showed up sporting the proudest array of pro-Obama gear. Obviously, we are all thinking positively, so we tried to chill out, enjoy dinner, and follow the early lead-up to the final results.

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I made a spinach salad with goat cheese feta, pumpkin seeds roasted in chili powder, and dried cherries. This is a great combination that went over well, and I’m sure to make again.

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For the main course, I made had penne pasta with pumpkin, cream, parmesan, and sage, which was the first time I made a Rachel Ray recipe. So far, so good. I can’t complain about the girl’s food.

After dinner, we piled like clowns into one car and headed to the Crowne Plaza for the official DFL Victory Party, which turned out to be a historic and seriously inspirational event, with 1,000s of people of every stripe socializing in and out of hotel rooms and a massive central room with numerous stages, food and drink, big screen TVs, and barely any room to move.

One minute, we were ticking off states one by one, and the next minute, the screen flashed out an Obama victory . . . and elation took over the crowd. We cheered and rejoiced. We hugged strangers and started to cry. We drank out of some guy’s champagne bottle, and then we cried some more. We took a 101 pictures, and stood enthralled by our first black president’s victory speech. We got a little silly, but hey. We were erupting with pride, relief, anticipation, and hope. It’s November 2008, and Barack Obama is our new president.

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4 thoughts on “One Wicked Sigh of Relief

  1. Carrie Post author

    Stef – It feels as real as anything, I guess. God knows I’ve looked at enough coverage for it to sink in. Regarding the cake, do a Flickr search on Obama cake first.

  2. Doreen

    Thank you for covering (S)election nite from your neck of the woods. We share a similar Earth latitude, and political latitude as well. I too cried, relief, pride, and unexpressable surprise at the “people’s choice”… now we wait and see, eh? Someone once told me the way to tell if a politician is lying is to watch and see if their lips are moving; if so, then yes, they are! However, they just might be eating cake! (and why not?!?)…

    Here’s the name of a very interesting foodie blog: The Black Oven… check it out.

  3. Carrie Post author

    Hi Doreen! Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment. I’m happy to hear that your heart bleeds blue in the heart of rural Idaho. I love the idea of “political latitude,” and I suppose that explains it all. I’ll check out the blog you mentioned, too.

    How’s the writing going?

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