My collection spans decades and was probably the main reason the weight the moving company calculated for our belongings was in tons. I have issues I nabbed from my mother when I was in college. I have the years from the late 60s to early 70s which belonged to my husband's grandmother. Gourmet introduced me to one of my favorite food writers of all time, Laurie Colwin, for which I will be eternally grateful. It's difficult to put into words the genuine shaping influence it had over the way I think about cooking, eating, travel, entertaining...and about life really.
How could a publication that had been such an enormous part of my life education simply go away? It felt wrong. I needed to mourn. The answer was to cook...(but of course!) and to cook with people who might somehow understand. So, the big cartoon light bulb over my head turned on...it was time to "walk the walk".
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In recent years, Gourmet had, uh, let's say "evolved". Into what, I'm not really sure. Where there used to be highly styled photos of food on tables laden with lavish dishes, silver and flowers in empty dining rooms, or on deserted terraces, there were now attractive models with great clothes enjoying the food and cavorting (does that make me sound Victorian?) in festive, Elle Decor-like settings. The colors seemed extra-saturated and the photos not too brightly lit. For the most part, issue after issue, there was rarely anything that I actually wanted to cook.
There were a couple exceptions...one of which was the November 2008 issue. Last year, having just completed the big move from Chicago, we gave up our usual Thanksgiving hosting duties and instead drove down the coast to Santa Monica to spend the holiday with Steve's brothers. And, wouldn't you know it? I bring along my November issue on the trip, and there, in the main menu...the "centerfold" meal, as I like to call it, was something I wanted to cook. It was a menu featuring twelve dishes that integrated "bold Latino flavors" into a traditional Thanksgiving feast. Chipotle Meatballs and Mango Pomegranate Guacamole with Plantain Chips kicked things off. There was a Clementine Jicama Salad... turkey marinated in a chile and spice paste...Corn Bread and Chorizo Stuffing...and the clincher: a potato gratin layered with roasted poblano peppers. Mouth watering and mind racing, I was consumed with an almost greedy need...to cook all of it and to taste all of it. But how? Ha! Why not host a Thanksgiving dinner in the off-season, so to speak? When no one is expecting roast turkey and the trimmings? I marked the pages and thought "I'll just do Thanksgiving...next July!" (It's freezing in San Francisco in the summer, so it would have been perfectly fitting.)
July came and went. August and September too. Work was busy. Who had time to figure out how to cook twelve, count 'em, TWELVE, dishes?! And then. The News. As, I said...it was time to "walk the walk."
Luckily, I had shared my wacky idea back in the summer with three very dear friends. It may even have been on the evening we all went to see Julie & Julia together, and then came back to our place for Seafood Quiche straight from the pages of Mastering the Art of French Cooking. My friends--all supremely talented cooks--were intrigued. They thought it would be fun. And, here's the most wonderful part...they wanted to help cook.
The announcement of Gourmet's demise provided a perfect opportunity. A date was quickly agreed upon, I dug out my post-it covered issue and sent photocopies to the group.
But wait a second...
there is that lovely springtime Menu for a Pool Party from April 1972...
Thank you, Gourmet.
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Here's the full menu (yes--all twelve dishes!) with links to the recipes on Gourmet's web site, which is still up, as well as some cook's notes on each.
Gourmet Entertains from the November 2008 issue
These were incredible. Zesty and delicious...but then again, I've never met a meatball I didn't like.
Absolutely perfect. The smoothness of the avocado gets a nice zing from the tartness of the pomegranate.
A crowd favorite. Perfect flavor to balance the guacamole. Addictive. And, yes...T. had never bought or cooked with a plantain...ever.
One of the best salads in recent memory. I will be making this again...and again. It's a keeper.
I can't believe I made an adobo sauce, from scratch. I can't believe Steve found both dried guajillo and ancho chiles for me. The smell of this marinade is transporting and it gave the turkey a gorgeous color.
This was the one dish I somehow wished was better. The ingredients sounded great to me, but in the end, I think I realized, I'm just not a cornbread stuffing gal. Maybe it's the texture.
J.'s mega-hit crowd-pleaser. There was not a speck of it left at the end of the evening. 'Nuf said.
Chayote? You say...what's a Chayote? Ah haa! Well, here you go... it's kind of like a squash-gourd thing-y. Relatively simple preparation, but boy oh boy, follow their suggestion and wear gloves when peeling. F. lost a layer of skin on her hands because she didn't.
Yet another huge hit from J. Everyone was crazy about this, and I think I may add it to my Thanksgiving menu in a few weeks.
This was super delicious. The smokiness of the charred poblanos, the creaminess of the potatoes...heaven.
F. insists she's never made a lattice, so clearly she's gifted. This pie was spectacular.
I gave Steve an ice cream maker for his birthday and this was one of his first few tries. Good times ahead, for sure.
Nothing to say but, yuuuuuuuummmmmmm.