"LET ME DIRECT YOUR ATTENTION TO THESE UNIQUE AND FABULOUS CORNER DRAWERS! EXCUSE ME LITTLE BOY BUT WE PLAN ON EATING THE FOOD IN THAT BOWL SO PLEASE DONT POKE AT IT! IT TAKES THREE MINUTES FOR THIS WINDOW TO TINT TO THIS DEGREE KEEPING OUT ALL BUT 1% OF PASSIVE SOLAR ENERGY! PLEASE DONT TOUCH THAT SIR! BE SURE TO GRAB ONE OF OUR EXPERTS OUT BACK IF YOU HAVE ANY TECHNICAL QUESTIONS!"
Frequently one of the design students would gently correct my often inaccurate descriptions. "That is a cook top, Patrice, not a stove." "Just tell them to ask about the window outside." "Keep the drawers closed when the kitchen gets crowded." By Sunday's end I kept my mouth closed and my smile intact as nearly 3,000 tourists tromped through the house. I was grateful to get back to cooking.
I spent Monday morning prepping (I'd done the same prep Friday but because of the menu snafu I wasn’t able to use those ingredients), then packed the food for travel. My chauffer ala Kelly's minicooper allowed me to pop-in to the department store where, I'm told, Mamie Eisenhower purchased her lipstick. There we found 8 inexpensive bowls for individual salsa servings and 8 little square plates for the chocolate flight. Those were packed alongside the food before a final Metro ride to The Mall.
8 perfect potato chips drizzled with 3 ounces melted dark chocolate