One of the things Tom and I have bonded over with our friends Beth and Stephan, is food. Not just any food though – homemade, spectacular food. I have never had a bad meal at their house, and a lot of that is due to Steph’s love of cooking. And for the past 2 years, we’ve been hearing about how nothing compares to a dinner made by Steph’s dad. Meals that go on, and on – each dish better than the last. But we had never met Steph’s dad and I was beginning to wonder if the fuss was really just a myth.
Last weekend we finally met Ted. We were invited for dinner two nights in a row. Mexican the first night, Greek the next. And what can I say about it? He lived up to the hype. For Mexican night, we snacked on popcorn with chili powder and devoured guacamole and pico de gallo. The main course included braised beef, Mexican rice, and beans. All of that was followed up with Diablo chocolate bread pudding (chiles being the “diablo” addition). For Greek night? Tzatziki, olives and Beth’s homemade pita. Two legs of lamb (one Greek style, one French) with a lovely salad, incredible green beans, and outshining all – Ted’s pastitio (basically a Greek lasagna).
Y’all. It was AMAZING. Get out the stretchy-pants because I’m having fifths, amazing. And it didn’t hurt that the conversation was just as good as the food. Funny how you can bond so instantly, and so strongly with someone over sustenance.