teri versus the pate

Yesterday afternoon was...interesting.

Since I'm not a turkey person, I thought I'd indulge in Thanksgiving goodies I actually liked.

And you know that means a Dangerously Delicious cherry pie. Worth all the hype, I tell you. This pie defies hyperbole.

But then I got this brilliant idea...to grab some of Morris Martick's famous French country pate. Thus the adventures began.

• bribe boss to cut out of work early with me with promise of lunch
• attempt to locate Martick the pate guy....thwarted initially, no pickup of phone or answering of doorbell as previously agreed upon
  
• almost get mugged, for reals....eek
• get in touch with Martick...my attempts are not successful
  
• sadly give up for own safety
• take boss to lunch, obsessively worry about lack of pate
• pick up my pre-ordered DD cherry pie...easy peasy (looks like they make out like bandits with Thanksgiving orders)
• one last ditch phone call to Martick.....and he picks up!
• speed-racer dash back to the gnarly part of Baltimore
• finally pick up precious, precious pate from grumpy-yet-lovable Martick
• give half of pate to fellow food-loving friend Noel (we went in on it together - it's a lot of pate)

(pate shown at right in tin foil; as it turns out, a slab of various meats is not especially appetizing until you slice it thinly, place it on a plate and surround it with slices of french bread. Cornichons are encouraged but not required.)


A Thanksgiving feast with a start and finish that I can be proud of providing.