True Hollywood Story: Kidnapped by Gourmet Chefs in Palm Springs
Over the weekend I went with 6 of my friends to Palm Springs, (cue Robyn, Donna Summer and various other gay-themed divas).
We rented a house with a lovely kitchen, in which two of my friends challenged each other to a cook off.
The remaining 5 innocent bystanders could do little else but create score cards to rank Taste, Texture, Presentation and Originality. And, of course, wait patiently for their battle to begin.
The chefs are pictured above, young and red haired Tommy, and equally young but less red haired Joseph.
Oh, there was PREP WORK.
Which included Tommy making his own pasta and letting the noodles dry on the back of some chairs.
Which resulted in things like the above: an arugula salad with tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, red pepper puree and balsamic beads that Tommy made using a molecular gastronomy kit!
We were all horrified, obviously, and to ease our nerves we sat quietly at the table, drinking down the wine pairings that were so carefully selected with each course.
Some of you may know the above as a Chicken Francese, but for those held prisoner that night we liked to call it, “Just the beginning…::Shudder::”
This homemade basil ice cream sandwiched in freshly baked shortbread and topped with strawberries and blackberries was the last of the courses (THANK GOD).
Our captors proudly stood at the head of the table after the meal, anxiously awaiting our verdict.
What can I say? Gourmet food is just the worst, amiright?!?
