Thursday, December 20, 2012

The Last Supper

So, the world is ending tomorrow, eh?  If there ever was a time for a “ de luxe” dinner, it is now.

Le Menu (you supply the fun French accent) is specially designed to be knocked out after tonight’s 7pm symphony rehearsal.  I sincerely hope we can consume the vast majority of it before the stroke of midnight, because I'm not entirely sure how the Mayans accounted for that whole time zone thing.

Seared Foie Gras* with spicy apricot thyme compote on crouton, Jean Albrecht 2010 Alsatian Gewürztraminer
Steamed Lobsters,* fresh green salad, artisan bread, Lous Bouillot Grande Reserve Perle de Vigne Sparkling Wine  (need I mention the vast quantities of melted butter?)
Cheese Course - it took some discipline to skip it, but I figured with the late hour, my guests might be flagging. In the end, my European culinary sensibilities revolted, and I pulled some gorgonzola out of the fridge for at least a bite before dessert.
Eight-layer Thunderbolt Dobos Torte (the extra layer for luck?), coffee

Tres snooty, n'est-ce pas?

Thunderbolt Dobos Torte
Four more layers hiding in the background, but the proportions would have been just silly! I left it at eight, plus the caramel end-of-the-world decor.

Okay, so it's the end of the world for someone.

Surely there will be thunderbolts (and scary Mexican masks) when the moment arrives, no?

The deconstruction begins.  Now I know I can safely stab the lightening INTO the cake.  I'll do it that way next time the world threatens to end.

What would you eat for your final meal?  And, more importantly, with which special people would you spend your final hours?  It’s an enlightening question.  My own answer surprised me.

If the world does end, I'll be happy not to pay the terrifying charges on my Mastercard incurred by this dinner.  If the world doesn’t end, I’ve got an excellent plan for the weekend. Leftovers.

*  Yes.  I said it. Live lobsters and foie gras.  Concerned about animal cruelty?  There’s a heck of a lot more in your average grocery store egg, even before you consider the sheer numbers of commercial laying hens. (News flash - “free range" ain’t what you think.  Read about it.)  And yes, every single one of the thirteen eggs in the torte was from a happy pastured hen and “certified humane.”
EDIT 12/22/12  - So, yeah, the world didn't end. I updated a few things on this post, including actually giving you a photo of the finished cake.  It also means I still might see my Ducati again, which is in the shop at the moment.


PhilB said...

That all sounds freaking delicious!

My answer to your question is sort of mundane, yet also not. I would gather together my wife and my ex and the other four women I've ever been in love with over my life time -- all of which remain good friends, and almost all of whom have met all the rest over the years -- along with the SOs of the two who have them (both of whom are great guys). It would be a delightful gathering.

I'm not sure I'd much care about what we ate; we'd all come up with something grand. Duck and goose are my favorties, though, so I'd want some of one of those in there somewhere.

Eating On Two Wheels said...

Mundane or not, it's a nice answer!

Ken said...

Good call on having caramel in the EOTW supper! Not everyone would have thought of that...
Looks delish!

Eating On Two Wheels said...

Don't give me too much credit. The caramel is an integral part of the traditional Dobos Torte. (Their lightening bolt shape, however, is not!)

redninja said...

Oooooohhh...too bad I was traveling and didn't see this until now. I would have gladly taken those leftover torte layers off your hands !!!!!

Eating On Two Wheels said...

I stashed a few in the freezer. It's a nice surprise to come across them when rooting around in there!