We had an impromptu invitation to dinner tonight and with the warm weather, late sunset, and inability to cook anything that needs heat in our already sweltering apartment, we said yes. Cue good conversation around a dining room table, amazing food that we don't cook ourselves, and a cool breeze blowing in from off of the lazy river flowing by outside. Our friends are both foodies by definition - he created a sous vide cooker (what?!) and perfectly cooked us venison his family hunted. They whipped up a beet avocado salad that made me like beets (what?!). And she went to patisserie school and works in artisan bakeries, new restaurants, and developing candy (what?!). It's always an "oh my god, what's for dessert?" situation at their house and tonight's whisky-infused chocolate mousse topped with whipped cream and bright, juicy raspberries didn't disappoint.
There's a lot of magic to be found across the dinner table. Whether it's discovering that you don't wilt at the sight of beets in your salad, or that a mousse can be that rich and amazing, or that you can scientifically cook venison to be tender, or that you can spend hours talking to people about anything that comes into your head... it's a beautiful place to connect. We left feeling sated, in the head, heart, and stomach. It's also clearly time to start learning how to cook better.