One of the things I love most about this forum is that it makes me feel normal. Why wouldn't one spend almost as much time developing the menu as cooking it? (My daughter and I have been known to have pitched battles about menus for important dinners). Furthermore, wouldn't it be great to fantasize about the menus you might have selected, had the parameters for the celebration shifted ever so slightly?
Unlike most families, my daughter and I never have the same Christmas eve menu twice, in spite of the fact that I remember one of those dinners as the best I ever made. This was the menu that night:
Lobster salad dressed with a sour-cream and salmon caviar, on Boston lettuce with thin slices of avocado and orange
Rib eye roast of veal
Sauce made with veal demi-glace (homemade), a reduction of cabernet, shallots, a touch of pomegranate molasses, butter, and a few fresh currants
Sauteed sweetbreads--simply prepared from Julia
A ragout of wild mushrooms
Cabbage strudel with bacon and onions
Minnesota wild rice
Stilton, walnuts, pears and port
The dessert tanked-- it was Tiramisu, I think
This year things will be considerably simpler. And the long preparation for the meal has involved another family member -- my younger brother, who raised the cow. He kindly sent a roast from his farm. Here is what we are having:
Black olive pesto and crackers
Marcona almonds
Cheeses (need to select them still)
Pea and watercress soup
Standing Rib Roast of Beef
Horseradish-Whipped Cream Sauce
Yorkshire Pudding
Minnesota Wild Rice with Chestnuts, Bacon and Onions
Carrots La Licorne (pureed with vanilla bean and butter)
Salad of Endive, Orange, Avocado, Hearts of Palm & Pomegranate
Whole Pears Poached in Glogg
Australian Sticky Toffee Pudding
Homemade Pear and Ginger Fruitcake
Vanilla Ice Cream
I'd love some help with the wines, as that is not my area. I do have some Prosecco on hand for an aperitif, but would like a reasonably priced full-bodied red for the main course. Any ideas, wine lovers?
Man : I can't understand how a poet like you can eat that stuff.
T. S. Eliot: Ah, but you're not a poet.