You ever get asked the question “Alright, 10 people at your dinner table, dead or alive?” (most of the time, people who actually went to grammar school ask it in an actual question form. I just decided I am from Kentucky and no longer put sentences together. I am also barefoot while I write this. )
It is by far, one of my favorite games to play with strangers. Let me tell you why. You typically learn a lot about the person by who they admire and what they are interested in.
EXCEPT, when that question is reciprocated, they get a little confused at whether or not I am being serious with my answer.
I am being dead serious, people. The great minds sitting at my table have revolutionized my world. I’ll tell you how.
1) Martha H. Stewart. I know this needs no explanation, but recently I was asked what I would say when I meet Martha. My response was clearly “There is not a day of my life that goes by that I don’t think of you, and you need me in your life.”
2) Elmo. He changed my childhood world with is fuzzy red love and I’d like the chance to tell him again without crying. This one time I went to sesame street live and told him, but between the tears and the thumb in my mouth, I am almost positive he didn’t understand me.
3) The lead singer from The Fray. For 2 reasons, the most important being that he stole my best friend’s fuzzy clogs, and she wants them back. He also got me through college emotionally.
4) The person who created the ice cream sandwich. I have a good 50 pounds I’d like to give back to that jerk.
5) Chelsea Handler. Sister is funny. And I am pretty sure if you gave her enough grey goose she’d get those fuzzy clogs back for me, and somehow manage to involve Elmo in it.
6) Cindy. Because second to Chelsea Handler, she is the funniest person I know. She also allowed me those 50 lbs of ice cream sandwiches. Many thanks, momma.
7) Kelley Edelmann, because what good is it that I get the clogs back if she’s not there to wear them?
8) Emeril Lagasse, to entertain the entire dinner with BAM!’s and incoherent groans. (alright evidently an 8 + ) is that creepy face. )
9) Dad. We absolutely can not have a dinner without dad. He’s my sidekick, what did you expect?
10) The person who named a desert GRUNT. Because that is both amazing and literal. Clearly, you grunt when you eat it and I gotta say, touche to that sister. She has earned her spot at my table.
Nectarine, Plum and Raspberry Grunt
- 3 plums, sliced
- 2 nectarines, sliced
- 1 1/2 cups raspberries
- 1/3 cup water
- 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
- 2 teaspoons cornstarch
- 1/4 cup granulated sugar
- 3/4 cup all-purpose flour
- 3/4 teaspoon baking powder
- 1/4 teaspoon baking soda
- 1/2 cup buttermilk
- 1 1/2 tablespoons butter, melted
- 1/4 cup light brown sugar
- Cinnamon pear balsamic vinegar, for serving
In a 9-inch cast-iron skillet, combine the plums, nectarines, raspberries, water, lemon juice, cornstarch and the granulated sugar.
In a bowl, mix the flour with the baking powder and baking soda. Stir in the buttermilk and melted butter.
Bring the fruit to a simmer. Reduce the heat to low, and drop the batter by tablespoons on the bubbling fruit. Sprinkle the brown sugar over the batter.
Bake in the oven at 350 for 15 minutes or until the batter is cooked through. Remove from the heat, uncover and let cool to warm or room temperature. Drizzle with the balsamic vinegar and serve.
Alright, so who is at your table?
It better flipping be me, is all I have to say!