I've decided that Tony Bourdain should be special guest at my house tomorrow night. He can bring his wife and little daughter but I'll expect sordid tales over mass quantities of bourbon and plates of steaks and seafood. Dance Tony Monkey, dance for me! I think I'll also have Gordon back because Tony's a huge fan and I'd love for Mr. Ramsay to sign my copy of his new book, which lovely Jerry got for me for Xmas. What the hell, I'll get Tony to sign his books, too. Hero worship for everyone!
I've got lovely little filet mignons, lobster tails, and for sides baked potatoes and green salad with Russian dressing. There's bubbly, of course, but I also have some nice red wine if we change our minds. Dessert? Eh, I don't know yet as I haven't decided whether I want to make something from scratch or just make a homemade caramel sauce and serve it with vanilla ice cream. I'm bouncing around going downstairs now and making a pan of blondies but just can't get motivated. However, butter is softening on the counter so I should turn it into something yummy.