On Friday night, some friends inaugurated their new digs with a tapas party... the Spanish theme was encouraged, so Jake and I talked about what we might want to make. His idea was octopus, which he loves. I consider myself a halfway-decent cook and a natural risk-taker, but I think even I would have been too intimidated to try cooking octopus on my own. So imagine my surprise when I got a text on Friday afternoon from the brand-new novice chef announcing that he was coming over to my kitchen to cook the whole, fresh octopus he had just procured from the farmer's market.
|the fearless chef|
|it was huge!|
|looking for the beak (it had already been removed)|
|looks kind of crazy, but smelled sooooo good|
Unfortunately, I forgot to take a picture of the finished product, but it was lovely and tasty and very Spanish, with a bright olive oil and paprika sauce drizzled over the expertly arranged pieces. It was a big hit at the party, where we also enjoyed paella, sausage, manchego, roasted veggies with goat cheese, prosciutto-wrapped dates stuffed with blue cheese, and delicious sangria. And finger-stache temporary tattoos, obviously something no tapas party is complete without.
|helping me get my 'stache alignment right|
|do you think he looks embarrassed?|
Now back to studying for me. Happy Sunday!