Forgive the rambling nature of the last couple of posts. I’m reducing and my mind does tend to wander a bit. But there is a beautiful eggplant staring at me from the refrigerator, so a recipe post won’t be long in coming. Hackett’s “Mr. Classic” has me thinking and I’ve just visited my tailor to commission a couple of shirts, so there’s that waiting in the wings for you, too.
I haven’t been to the Club lately. The schedule simply hasn’t permitted lengthy Champagne fueled luncheons. (More’s the pity.) But yesterday’s comment by Paula about the dancing club sparked a thought today (as I’ve often mentioned, I learn an awful lot from your comments!)
Even Mrs. E. has been victim of a “ladies night out.” You know, those women only evenings where we are discussed, but not much missed, among many other more interesting topics. I usually pass on the male equivalent during which the finer points of football are discussed, poker skills are polished, fish tales are told, cigars are passed around and much is made of the effect of maturing bourbon in an single barrel of oak. I just don’t have much to add to the conversation.
Still the idea is a sound one. And if I were just starting out, or newly single, I would propose “Gentlemen’s Night Out” the object of which would be to hone our gentlemanly skills. And by that I mean, how to prepare a decent dinner and pair food with wine, how to carry on civil conversation of a non-sports or business nature and how to hold one’s liquor (“I’m right handed,” my id pipes in. Alright pally outta the pool. It’s adult swim.) Of course, the evening would require a dress code, subject to seasonal changes. I may show a classic movie to model classic behaviour. Or have the local wine merchant in to lead a tasting. If along the way, a few darts get thrown, a bid for two clubs is made or a pool ball gets sunk in a corner pocket that would be fine too. Men will be men. I just think we could be even better at it. The point would be to learn something new and become better dinner companions in the long run.
Although I suspect I may be the only one in attendance.