The Cross House
Last Saturday, I had my first formal dinner at the Cross House.
Yes, I had a dinner last fall for the board of the Strong City Preservation Alliance, but I only set the table and everybody brought food.
But on Saturday, it was all very grand.
My guess arrived at six, and we sat in the parlor.
After some conversation, Justin and Scott and Tiffany entered the room with crystal glass filled with champagne, and tiny balls of frozen lemon mousse.
My guests had no idea that the night would be a Downton Abby night.
I explained that long ago I had learned that if I was to enjoy my own dinner party, it was vital that somebody else prepare all the food and serve it. This allowed me to focus on my guests rather than jumping up/down all night. Plus, I went on, the Cross House rather, well, demands this kind of extravagance. So, Justin was the chef for the night, and with Tiffany and Scott serving.
After a half-hour, Justin entered again and announced: “Dinner is served.” I then said: “I’ve waited a lifetime to hear such words in reality, rather than in a movie!”
We all left the parlor, stepped through the expansive stair hall, and stood before the imposing pair of sliding doors to the dining room. Justin slowly opened one, as I opened the other.
Then the eyes of my guests opened wide.
The table was fully set with china and crystal, and the center was glowing from eight pillar candles. The huge crystal chandelier was dimmed low. And the whole house smelled of…food.
With eyes still wide, my guests sat.
The first course was cream cheese stuffed mushrooms.
Then consume with root vegetables.
A salad with homemade dressing.
A palate cleanser: frozen Italian lime ice served in lime halves. The lime looked like it was stuffed with cocaine. “Justin! Are you trying to get us high?”
Braise beef served on fettuccine bed with arabiata sauce.
When the desert came, we all gasped. And I explained: “Justin! WHAT is that? There is no way I’m going to eat…an ostrich egg!”
Really. Justin had placed before us huge…eggs. Some were white. Some brown. We all sat, stunned. WHAT was this? Had Justin lost his mind?
Then, Justin started pouring some sauce over one egg. And, to our our astonished and incredulous eyes, the egg…melted.
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The “egg” was a thin layer of chocolate. Nestled inside was either a slice of cheesecake, or a slice of carrot cake.
One by one, each egg dissolved. The room was utterly silent. All of us were, once again, wide-eyed. We were witnessing something magical from, surely, a Harry Potter film.
And I thought to myself: Oh! I have to do this again.