growing up with my food.
July 27, 2007At some point, fairly recently, I reached that certain age. The age where to me, it’s not really ideal to show up at a friend’s BBQ bearing nothing but beer. And it’s entirely unacceptable to show up completely empty-handed. I like to whip up tasty and mildly impressive things for parties. But I learned long ago not to go too far out of my way (or wallet), because a potluck-style addition will never be the center of attention, so it’s a waste of money to dress to impress, if you will. So, one of my favorite staples is bruschetta. It’s deceptively simple and great for parties. Bruschetta is just classic.
I toyed with a few ideas for the BBQ at G & M’s house, but it’s pretty hard to top this. And when I got there, the fabulous and beautiful G had already put out caprese mini-kabobs and an olive medley. We had a little Italian theme going, it was delicious. And while I’m on the subject, I’d like to thank them both for the good times, fantastic mojitos and amazing BBQ fare.
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