This photo literally makes my heart so happy. So, so happy.
It was a few months ago when we were deep, deep, deep in construction that I had the idea. I’d heard about people going to and from book clubs, and while that’s nice for them, I just simply can’t. Honestly, who has time to read? Am I doing something wrong?
Ah, that’s right. I’m focusing any ‘free’ time I have on cooking. Hence, the reason why cooking club was born.
See, I believe there are two types of people in this world. People who are obsessed with food. And people who are not. I am the former, obviously. Recipes and cookbooks and Food Network and entertaining, I could gobble it all up always. I wake up thinking about breakfast. As soon as I’m done with breakfast, I begin to think about lunch. And so on and so forth. It’s a never ending cycle. I will text M mid-day to discuss dinner ideas and he always responds ‘C, I haven’t even had lunch yet.’
Obviously, he is the latter. A less obsessed with food person. That’s OK. He’s not part of the club.
But the women in the photo above? They totally are. A mix of family and dear friends and food bloggers that I hand picked to go on this little adventure with me. And I could not be more thrilled with them all.
I received interest about the club via social media, so I thought I’d share the low down, should you be interested in starting your own club. The rules are as follows, ahem:
- Show up. Seriously. The date goes out (one night every other month), and you show up. End of story. Leave your kids with someone from the street. I don’t care. (Tina, we made an exception for you!)
- For each meeting there is one head chef. This person determines the feel for the evening. For example, Catherine began with her authentic homemade guacamole, so it was Mexican night for us. Olé.
- I then assign the remaining items. I don’t tell people what to make; rather I split it up so everyone is in charge of an appetizer, side dish, main course, dessert, all divided up appropriately.
- I don’t cook. Weird, right? As the hostess, I set it all up, including the table, and provide a festive drink.
- The head chef cooks her dish in front of us; the rest bring their dish ready to eat.
- Everyone takes turns explaining what they brought, why they choose it, any special meaning, etc.
- Everyone brings a printed recipe of what they made. Or hand written, as Catherine did old school style. Love!
- Photographs are taken for bloggers to share.
- And lastly, you’ve got to end the evening with a bang as a hostess. Like, getting a call near the end of dinner to pick up your husband who has been pulled over for an unpaid (yet, it actually was paid) speeding ticket from North Dakota back in 2012. (With B!) And they wouldn’t. let. him. go.
Yep. That happened. The night got a tad dramatic, but we will never forget it. Julie, thanks for your help on that one…
Next theme is Fall comfort food; think football games, cozy sweaters, good pinot noirs. Can’t wait to get together again. The smiles in the photo say it all.
P.S. Want more details about the evening? Beth walks you through a pretty awesome recap, here.