Sunday, January 6, 2013

Old Year, New Beginning

“You haven’t written a blog post in a long time,” Miss Chef said to me the other night.  “How am I supposed to read about what I did?”

A fair question.  The answer feels like, “I haven’t had time.”  That’s only a partial answer, though, as I haven’t had much desire lately to be anywhere on the blogosphere.  The holidays have taken their toll, and I have to admit I’m a bit happy and relieved to see the backside of them, so to speak.

After Christmas, I went straight back to work, alone for two days more before Miss Chef came home.  We decided to hold our own Christmas morning the following Sunday, complete with gift exchange and an evening feast shared with good friends.

Before our Christmas, however, lay another celebration.  A good friend, Michele of Bosky Acres, was marrying off her eldest and only daughter, and she had asked Miss Chef to cater the wedding.  It would be pretty simple, as such affairs go—passed hors d’œuvres for 40 people, plus an open bar with drinks provided by the hosts.  There were a few dietary considerations, as a few of the guests are gluten-free, but Miss Chef is very happy and able to make such adaptations.

Of course, it was assumed all around that I would be her assistant.  In the months preceding the wedding, my main job consisted of nagging: “Have you called about rentals yet?”  “Did you get back to Michele?”  I don’t think I was very effective, however.  In fact, after several weeks, and with the approach of the holidays, I eventually put it out of my mind.  After all, Miss Chef knows what she’s doing.

So it was with a bit of surprise and alarm that I realized after Christmas that the date was quickly advancing, and I still didn’t know much about what we were doing.  Miss Chef’s plan was to return from her Christmas travels Thursday, then spend all day Friday in the school kitchen, prepping with the help of Leondrus, a student she had already recruited.  Saturday morning we would meet at the school, finish some last prep, then load up and head out to Lancaster, SC to set up for the reception.


craig house

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The ceremony and reception were both to be held at the historic Craig House on Craig Farm…located on Craig Farm Road, naturally.  Miss Chef had been out there a few months ahead, to meet the owner Johannes, and go over the facilities and restrictions.  Johannes is a Dutchman who came to the US in the early seventies, where he enjoyed a successful career as chef and culinary director in both New York and California.  He was even the head chef at Windows on the World, the restaurant at the top of the ill-fated World Trade Center towers.

Eventually Johannes moved here to restore and renovate both Craig House and Kilburnie Inn, which sits right across the street from the house (read more about Kilburnie here).  Johannes and his partner live in the house full-time, and Johannes serves the “two-course gourmet breakfast” at the inn.  And of course, rents out the house for weddings and other events.  (From the website where I gleaned the above picture, I think the actual farm is still owned by ancestors of the original Craig family which built the house.)

Saturday morning we left about 10:00 for the school, where I got to see all the prep that Miss Chef and Leondrus had done the day before.




This was the least of it.  There were two large coolers full of ice, several racks of glassware, a tub of dessert plates (we’d be serving the cake made by the Secret Chocolatier), serving trays, pitchers for water, and supplies like trash bags and plastic gloves.  We filled up Miss Chef’s mighty little car, with a little left over for Leondrus’, and off we rolled, more or less on time.

Once at the site, we started to unload into the kitchen.  Miss Chef said she’d be waiting for months to work in here, even though she’d only be using the oven to reheat things.  We found out later from Johannes that we were the first event to use this newly expanded and renovated space!



Those are cooler drawers under the far counter, and you can see a nice wine fridge in the back, under the glass-fronted cabinets and marble counter.  The range is a professional-level six-burner gas cooktop.  The idea behind the design is that the central area inside the islands is a “no-fly zone,” where the chef has everything he needs, while guests are free to roam the perimeter without interfering with the work at hand.



Miss Chef returns from inspecting the reception room.  I didn’t get a picture of the double wall ovens to the right.  We learned later that the china cabinet by the door was original to the house, and only recently was willed back to the original property.

As lovely as it was, I would not be working in the kitchen—I’d be stationed in the reception room, manning the “bar.”  Don’t think I was suffering for all that, though.




Wow.  The place smelled like a museum, with odors of wood polish and oil paint from the expensive originals hanging on the walls.  (The two on the left are reproductions, in case there are any art aficionados reading this).  I took this picture after we’d arranged the cakes on the table under the Duc de Quisait* there on the right.




We all loved the pine cone topper.  How simple and adorable!

Miss Chef and Leondrus returned to the kitchen, while I set up my bar area.  It was in a well-lit passageway leading from the main part of the house into this room and the library beyond.  Here’s my setup, more or less:




Several times throughout the day I silently thanked Chef Adam for allowing me to work at his restaurant.  It helped me understand how service would go—I’d need to have empty glass racks easily accessible to flip onto the full ones as I put used glasses in them.  I’d need a trash bowl, and I’d need to easily grab any of the three glass types at need—wine, beer and water.  I managed to set myself up fairly quickly and efficiently, and then had some time to take a few more pictures.

My view from the bar.




The Chefs!




A panoramic view taking in the huge mullioned windows on either side of the passage.  On the right you can see the first guests seated on the folding chairs.  The ceremony itself took place on the entrance porch to the room—meaning not only was I trapped inside during it, but I also had one of the best “seats” in the house!




At one point I started playing with the “Magic” settings on the camera.  The “soft focus” one made the room look all dreamy, perfect for a romantic wedding.




But the “sparkle” setting was so fun it made me giggle!




I just had to try it out on all the glassware sitting in the sun behind me.  Check out the glimmer on the Stella.




Of course, I put the camera down once the wedding ceremony started.  I had met Ivy several times, but her fiancé David only once.  It was quickly apparent that the officiant was a good friend of theirs, and I learned a bit more about how the two of them had already started building a life together in their last year of college and since.  There was a great deal of laughter during the ceremony, which I think is a good sign for the future.

There was a lot of laughter during the reception, too.




That’s Ivy’s dad Matt on the right…last time I’d seen him, he’d been shoveling goat manure into bags for me!

I didn’t mind being the hired help, actually.  It was nice to have a job to do, rather than making small talk with strangers.  Plus, having control of all the alcohol (and water) meant that I got to meet just about everybody…and they all liked me, of course.

At one point, Miss Chef came and spelled me, so I could nip into the kitchen for a bite to eat.  I took the opportunity to snap a few photos of what remained of the food.

Carmelized onion tartlets with Michele’s own goat cheese.  (Notice the crustless ones for the gluten-free guests.)


Catering (1)


Pork belly sliders on homemade bread, with chipotle aioli; ginger-lime crabcakes; and beef and mushroom skewers.


Catering (2)


Potato, leek and feta quiches.


Catering (3)


The rest of the story is much less glamorous—collecting and dumping full glasses, scraping cake icing of of dessert plates, carrying heavy coolers out to the back lawn to dump the ice, sweeping, wiping, stacking, hauling.  Miss Chef and her colleagues often roll their eyes at the many students who say they want to go into catering, because they think it’s easier.  Not only did we have to make sure the hosts and guests were happy, but we also had to satisfy Johannes’ standard of cleanliness.  Every bit of garbage generated had to go with us.  Miss Chef was a little nervous we might get pulled over with about eight cases of clinking, empty alcohol bottles!

But we did it.  Michele and Matt were very happy with the food, and Johannes said it looked like we hadn’t been there, which is just the way he likes it.  We didn’t get home until about 9:00 that night, but we somehow ended up with a nearly full bottle of champagne and a few extra beers.  Not to mention enough excess for Miss Chef to make us four full-sized quiches and two lasagnas (Michelle had her make some for the guests that were coming back to her house afterwards).

Now maybe it’s a little clearer why I’ve been laying low for the past few weeks.  I’m hoping as I climb back into my “regularly scheduled programming” I’ll be up for some more fun adventures worth sharing here with you.

Happy New Year!

*For those unfamiliar with French, ”Quisait” means simply “who knows?”  Don’t go looking for the Cháteau de Quisait on Wikipedia or anything.


  1. Wow, what a fabulous wedding! The food looks fantastic. My niece Mary works at a country club, doing the serving and cleaning at events, so I know how much work this is.

    1. It was a lovely, low-key wedding with no Bridezilla in sight!

  2. What a nice spot for a wedding, and I agree that laughter during the service bodes well for the marriage!

    I have a pretty good idea of how much work this is, too - I've been in the kitchen and on the serving line for a few dinners for 300 plus people, as my husband was manager of a hotel which catered a few events. It's exhausting and exhilarating and dang hard on the feet! I hope you were remunerated well in folding money, in addition to the food you received :)

    1. Ugh, 300 is way more than either of us is interested in doing, though I can imagine there is a bit of a high from doing the impossible! And yes, I still have a few bills left over from Michele's generous tip. I even saw a (slightly tipsy) guest stuff some bills into Leondrus' hand at the end, so we all did just fine.

  3. This was fun! Of course, I didn't have to do any of the work. What a beautiful setting and I must say Miss Chef creates some lovely eats. I must now go find my sparkle setting and take some self portraits.

    1. Ha--try putting saran wrap on your teeth and see what effect you get! (And I will be happy to pass your compliment on to the Chef.)

  4. Wow, nice house, yummy looking food. Sometimes when I read the word bar I thought I read "bra". Oy.

    My favorite would have to be the quiche. It looked scrumptious!

    1. I have to feel all uncomfortable about you reading about my "bra area." :P

  5. You guys were the BEST EVER. Seriously. The food was amazing and everyone thought the drink service was so classy. You really helped us make the day special! I'll remember it forever.

    1. This is the bride, by the way. =)

    2. Thanks Ivy! It was definitely a day worth remembering, and we had a good time, too. Hope you and David had a fabulous honeymoon!


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