|Karnes December 2015||pdf file with photos|
A culinary tour de forcepresented by Deb Karnes, backed by coordinator/assistant par excellence Chaydelighted Dinner Party of Eight at its December dinner, the thirteenth consecutive event hosted by the Karneses.
Record weather winterno measureable snow had fallen at Albany at dinner time, and would not do so until December 29awaited the ten of us: Karnes, Teator, Adams, Monteverd, Notarnicola. What a difference a year makes. December 2014 had already dumped 25 inches by this date, and then inflicted a cold snap that presaged six weeks of some of the bitterest cold even the old-timers could remember.
A dozen or more gaily lit trees, from roadside to doorway, greeted us guests, with strings of lights lining the back yard. The foyers Christmas tree exuded its pumpkiny glow, and the house decorations was a confirmation that believers of Santa/Christmas lived here.
greeted us for about five minutes before succumbing to
Debs wishes. A medley of vegetables was set,
accompanied by a side dip.
Not a throat had a chance to parch with Chay juggling reds and whites and a white zin, along with beer and soda. (no Scotch this year) Deliciously complementing this years array of drinks was a tasty punch.
Permutations of ten
(sorry, mathophobes) mixed and chatted, catching up on
news and enhancing already told stories before Chay
served notice the Caesar salad was awaiting. A large bowl
attested to the abundance of the season.
Favors awaited--stuffed animals per couple, and individual small boxes with risque covers, the rattling inside proving to be chiclets.
The two masters of the house disappeared for a few minutes, only to reappear with the intermezzoa grapefruit sorbet. Notes of past years have proclaimed that Deb usually outdoes herself but the 2015 version not only captured the subtle flavor of grapefruit but also showed a silkiness surpassing other years.
Chay had let slip earlier that the open Chianti Classico would be appropriate for the evening, and we soon realized that, in a major change of menu, Deb had prepared Christmas dinner with an Italian theme.
Dinner for 10 (enough
for 20), all of Debs doing
Deb tried the Manga, manga plea on us, and we savored every last taste.
Although most of us had controlled ourselves at appetizer time, we were now looking for the next belt buckle hole.
Someone made the wise decision to head in to the living for our gift exchange, where we played Bad Santa with at least three, maybe four, of us stealing gifts. Many of us were eyeing Deb Ks glass set and decanter but her withering look nailed us to our seats.
Time for dessert and,
in keeping with the theme of the evening, Deb had
prepared a large plate of cannoli, each with a red tip
and a green tip. These were only the preamble to the four
layers-of-chocolate cannoli cake, topped with chocolate
nuggets, topped by a small pyramid of four cannoli.
Nearing eleven, exits were made, and another Christmas celebration was etched in the DP8 annals.
Several hours allows for dozens of topics, almost all of which I will allow to fade in the glow of the evening. However, to be noted was attendance of Judy and Tim, who had driven from Virginia, determined not to miss a Karneses Christmas. And we all wished for a year of good health (something we no longer take for granted, at our advancing ages, sorry Deb K who just joined the UPPER 50s). Well, we had to mention the El Nino weather, averaging ten degrees above normal this month so far (the downhill skier is mighty disappointed, the rest not so much).
Thank you, Deb and
Chay, for such generosity and hospitality.
Thank you Deb and
Chay for the best night of the year! Your Italian
fare was absolutely scrumptious! Looking forward to
Thank you, Debbie and
Chay. Once again (how many years has it been?) you outdid
yourselves! We cannot tell you how much we have
appreciated all that you did and all that you've done in
the many years in the past. Good cheer, dear friends,
delicious food, many laughs, and fun gifting. We hope we
never have to miss a Karnes Christmas party. Of course,
unless you move back to Dunkirk, and then we're not sure
we'd drive that far! But then again, maybe.... We'd all
come out in a big van!