by jessica yoon
This post is part of a 30th birthday dinner party series.
I hosted a 30th birthday dinner for a dear friend last week and served this juicy roast rack of lamb as the main dish. I wanted a strong centerpiece that would root the whole table together and this lamb fit the bill perfectly. Of everything I cooked that night, this recipe was hands down the easiest. With only 4 ingredients (or 6 if you include salt and pepper) it comes together quickly and makes for a great showstopper.
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This month is my grandparents’ 60th anniversary. To celebrate we’ve planned a number of festivities, the first of which was a family dinner party. They put me in charge of the menu, which was a big responsibility, especially because the other hosting candidates were professional caterers and fancy hotel restaurants, but I gave it my all and played the granddaughter card, which definitely scored me some extra points!
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I had the most fun making these three appetizers because I found them interesting and new. Each dish was an interpretation of something more familiar. I thought they would provide an element of surprise and intrigue to the diners. I can’t take credit for creating these dishes, but I think I did a good job executing them, because they were a hit!
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I never got around to writing about what we ate at the mini road trip my friends and I took before I left New York. Week after week passed and when November hit and I decided to, a little absentmindedly, participate in NaBloPoMo, I tagged this recipe in my head for that one day when everything falls behind and it’s almost midnight and I still don’t have a clue what I’m going to write about. I was pretty organized that first week. I made something during the day, wrote about it at night, and posted it the next morning. But this week has been a bit of a struggle. I’m not at that point where I want to tear my hair out and beat myself over the head for doing something crazy like promising to post every day for one whole month. Somebody told me today to post a picture of a fried egg, but I won’t go that low…yet.
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My brother is a picky eater. He knows what he likes and everything else he dislikes. When he and my mom visited me while I was studying abroad in Spain, we spent a lot of time looking for restaurants with dishes we thought he would like. In the end, he ended up eating a lot of hot dogs while we enjoyed amazing tapas with Spanish beer and wine. One of the most hilarious moments during the trip happened when the señora I was living with cooked an elaborate meal for us. He couldn’t get himself to eat all the Spanish dishes she had made, but he couldn’t bear hurting her feelings by not touching any of the food. So he secretly passed morsels of food under the table to my mom, who in turn had to eat two portions of everything. Even thinking about it now makes me laugh out loud. My poor mom left a fabulous meal with indigestion.
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