Devilkitty

Where does this practice leave those of us who do not use plastic?

I think you're talking about Mon Jin Lau, which is one of my all time favorite restaurants. I frequently picked it for my birthday dinner when I was a teenager and in college. They were doing Asian fusion before fusion was a word. ← Unless they've changed things drastically in the last few years, Mon Jin Lau doesn't do the "write on the paper tablecloth" thing. They've got more class than that. One expects to see such things at semi-upscale (and not oversaturated) chains like Macaroni Grill. Perhaps it was a place along those lines?

Room arranged. Decided to splurge and stay at Weber's. Mrs Devilkitty will be attending at least Saturday's function, and has indicated her willingness to be a prep cook or suchlike. She wants to know more about Friday's destination before she'll say yea or nay on that part of it.

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That would be me; and I hope no one will be offended by some of my other bizarre aversions/eating habits (bizarre to other folks, at least - for example, while I don't mind the taste, I loathe the texture of onion, and I can't stand poultry skin). I don't suspect that there will be only one main course... If it comes to it, I'll throw a steak on just for you.

Okay, gang, here goes: -- I'd be happy to do a small soup starter. (I need a handle on how many are expected, as I'll need to prepare one component in advance! Other than that, the only fussy bit is the garniture, and what that will be is dependent upon the outcome of the trip to market.) -- If you don't get a lot of takers, I'd be willing to take on another course as well, as the soup I've got in mind is not particularly labor-intensive once the component referred to above is ready. I can be flexible, though in general I'm better with flesh and fish. -- I'll also bring my EdgePro, etc. along in case anyone has problem knives (I can also do ceramic blades). Used to make money sharpening to support my foie gras habit... Now I just have to get around to making a hotel reservation.

Hey, I only live forty-five minutes or so away, but I'm currently planning on spending Friday and Saturday nights in A2 for this. Room for one more at Friday dinner?

The Patty: Ground round from my usual source (Jack's Meats, Novi, MI). One-third pound. Half a pound is just too damned big, and a quarter-pound has to be too thin to fit the bun. Salt and coarse-cracked black pepper before it goes in the pan; cook to medium-rare. The Bun: Kaiser preferred. Toasting optional, though if toasted a quick brush with melted butter is de rigeur. The Other Stuff, either or both welcome: -- Cheese. Gruyere (though I did have one with Roquefort that was quite good; I think it's no longer on the lunch menu at Steve & Rocky's). Two thin slices. Emmental will do in a pinch. -- Bacon. Good bacon. Yes, there is such a thing as bad bacon. Schaller and Weber double-smoked if I can get it, otherwise Niman Ranch will do. Pancetta is a welcome change from time to time. Should be not-quite-crisp and under the cheese, if said dairy product is present. No, repeat, no rabbit food. The condiment (notice the lack of the plural): Mustard, which can be either -- Sharp Dijon mustard, (coarse or smooth, depending on my mood) or -- Plain old Gulden's.

The first two (of three) series were funny; there was more "kitchen humor," and Gareth (Lenny Henry) came across as a Ramsayesque - if somewhat less, let's call it coarse - two-star martinet. The third series got to be a little too soap-opera for my taste. The Mrs always compared my kitchen personality to that of the eponymous character...

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That allays my principal concern. Now that I'm (reasonably ) certain I won't wind up in hospital, are there any other restrictions I should consider in my planning? Nothing mad about it, m'dear, nothing mad at all. It sounds like fun. Matter of fact, I'm even considering taking that Friday off work and staying in A2 for the whole thing. Should the soup I have under consideration manifest itself at this event, 'twill probably need to be served individually - but I'll cross over the Gorge of Eternal Peril when I come to it. It'll need some advance prep, so as soon as the number of attendees is reasonably certain I can plan for that. That will please Mrs Devilkitty, should she decide to attend - she's not particularly comfortable in the kitchen, especially someone else's. I could throw my EdgePro and sharpening miscellany in the car as well, if anyone has problem knives.

That does sound interesting, though I'm not a heavy eater and have a number of allergy issues (nothing major, as long as I don't handle or eat shellfish/crustacea). It might be a nice change to work in a kitchen with more than twelve square feet of counter space - in four separate and cluttered pieces. How many courses are you going to try for? I have a soup in mind, and may even be willing to take on another course if they're paced well (alone or collaborative). I may be able to convince Mrs Devilkitty to attend as well, though she'd prefer to be an eater rather than a cooker.

What about the one where the cafeteria lady is back in the kitchen adding - something - to the stew pot with the line "More testicles means more iron!" Or Martin in the Kamp Krusty episode: "Sweet, nourishing gruel!"

Back in the mid-nineties, I was living in Toledo. The best selection of microbrews in town at that time was at the Andersons, a sort of local "Quality Farm and Fleet" type of place. One Friday afternoon I wandered in to pick up some beer. Saw a few other things I wanted to pick up so I added them to the basket. Pretty normal, right? All was uneventful until I approached the register and unloaded my little hand basket. The young lady on the register was giving me a very strange look. I didn't quite get it until I looked down at the stuff on the belt: Two six-packs of Steelhead Stout, a Ritter dark chocolate-marzipan bar, Absorbine Veterinary Liniment, and... Two boxes of .38 Special hollowpoints. What could I do? I tried to resist, but the temptation was too great - I looked the girl in the eye, smiled crookedly, and said "I've got a big night planned." Never have I been checked out so quickly.

Sounds interesting, and not too far from Walled Lake. Definite maybe at this point; I'll have to see whether I'll be on call that weekend.