|The Spice Rack (L-R)|
Tarragon, Rosemary, Saffron, Sage
Everything ran slower than I'd intended, as well. This was due, partially, to the Cornish Hen issues, but also lay at the feet of some guests being late, the murder mystery show and the servers being (more or less) unable to occupy the spaces between tables at the same time, and not having quite enough staff to efficiently plate one course whilst clearing another. This is not to say that the waitstaff was at all insufficient—I had the easiest time with this dinner because I was able to focus more, and did not have to run around serving, clearing, doing dishes, and cooking all at once.
Tarragon, the Butler, was ably assisted by the twins Rosemary and Sage, and Thyme, the fellow with the bell. Peppercorn was my point man for the Cornish Hens, and Jason (whose nickname has yet to be determined) was an
|The Steampunk Chef, and Sous Chef Jason|
Apparently, my timing ended up satisfying the guests, who were quoted to me as saying that the slower pace of the food meant that they had time to watch the show, talk, and generally feel that they were not being rushed through the evening. I find that to be a success out of what I would have otherwise considered a failure.
The menu ended up being shifted around, as I said, and finished thus:
Open-Face Tea Sandwiches
Dill Cream Cheese, Cucumber, Hard-Boiled Egg
Winter Squash and Chicken Quenelle
Greens, Green Onion, Celery, Radish, Hard-Boiled Egg, Beet, Dressing
Braised Beef en Filo
Roast Cornish Hen, Lemon Cream Sauce
Glazed Carrot, Rice
Assorted Fruit and Cheese
It was a lot of food, to be sure, but most every plate came back clean... Recipes forthcoming.
Photos here by Lance, aka Tarragon, aka Blue Dragon Media, LLC.