Monday, July 4, 2011

“I hope he cooks better than he fights…”

-- James Bond (Dr. No  1962)

We had our James Bond party over the weekend. It was fabulous! Our dear friends, Chef Sue and Photog-slash-chef Craig, wanted to recreate the dinner that Bond shared with Vesper in Casino Royale. I only have one thing to say, Mission: Accomplished!

I will tell you what was on the menu, but then you’ll have to hop on over to Craig’s blog in the next day or two, to learn all about the preparation and wine pairing for this meal. He also took some amazing pictures. I promise, you will drool, just like Phoebe did.  You won’t want to miss it.

Having never seen a Bond movie, nor read a Bond book, I it is understandable that I would not realize the decadence involved with having the “00” (which I learned means “license to kill”). I take it there is no meatloaf in the life of 007. Shame, that. I make a great meatloaf. Anyway, in the life of spies and guns for hire, here is what I can only assume is a typical mid-week meal.

Vesper's order:
Plain grilled rognon de veau (veal kidney cubes sautéed in a garlic mushroom butter sauce)
Pommes Souffles (twice fried potatoes)
Fraises des bois with lots of cream (strawberries and cream)

Bond's order:
Tournedos, underdone, with Béarnaise sauce (filet mignon with Béarnaise sauce)
Coeur d'artichaut (artichoke hearts)
Half an avocado pear with french dressing

The meal is paired with Champagne Blanc de Blanc Brut 1943 (but that’s not what we had, because we are regular people) There was also a martini made just for Vesper and I must say, not being a big martini girl, I really liked it. As did everyone else, as you will see from all the smiles.

Our cast of characters:

Bond: That looks like a woman's gun.
Largo: Do you know a lot about guns, Mr. Bond?
Bond: No, but I know a little about women.


Vesper: I can't resist waking you. Every time I do, you look at me as if you haven't seen me in years. It makes me feel reborn.
Bond: If you'd just been born ... wouldn't you be naked?

Elektra: You won't shoot me. You'll miss me.
(Bond shoots once, killing her)
Bond: I never miss.

(pushing the bathroom door open with his foot) 
Fiona: Oh!
Bond: Hello
Fiona: Aren't you in the wrong room, Mr. Bond?
Bond: Not from where I'm standing.

Our supporting cast had a great time, as well. We had wonderful Bond music and a lot of laughter, which for me, is a sign of a good party. That and how many glasses get broken. The meal was absolutely divine. It’s times like this I wish I were a food critic so I could eloquently describe what my taste buds were feeling. But I am not, so here is how I can best describe what was going on in my mouth, “Scrumpdillyicious!” Because I’m classy like that.

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And just for the record?
Bond is easily distracted…

Bond: Do you mind if my friend sits this one out...she's just dead!

Let’s just say it’s a good thing our smoke alarm is not hooked up to the fire department. Although, the fire station is at the end of my block and I’m surprised they didn’t smell it. Oh well, there is always a death when Bond is around.

Thanks to Craig and Sue for doing all the cooking for this great party. For you? I’d wash the dishes any time.

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