For the past couple of years, I've been lucky to be part of a group of friends who semi-regularly get together for dinner parties. These aren't just normal dinner parties nor were they regular pot luck dinners. No. They took a nod to the Iron Chef of tv fame and were competition dinners. Each hosting couple chose an ingredient (e.g., nutmeg or pistachio) or a method of cooking (e.g., BBQ) and then each attending couple was assigned a course. Everyone then had to make their course to include the special ingredient. At the end of dinner (if we remembered), we voted. Best Use of Ingredient. Best Tasting. Most Visually Appealing. Can you tell that everyone was a winner of something? But of course we were all winners because we all got to hang out with each other and eat good food.
The founding member of our D.C. chapter is moving (and not just moving, but moving halfway around the world) next month, and so our most-recent Iron Chef was one for the books. (But not the last! Not the last!) Tears were shed, pictures were taken, good times were had.