What do you do when your parents come to town and want to have dinner with you and your long-term boyfriend? Panic.
I mean, impress them with your awesome culinary skills. Even if they refuse to be impressed. So I guess I just mean cook.
Rule: When in doubt, cook something elaborate with too many steps and don't allow yourself enough time. Or... wait. Don't actually do that. I've been making stuff ahead of time tonight for about 3 hours straight. Tomorrow? More cooking.
Do as I say, not as I do. What I'm making for my parents:
Appetizer: Parmesan cones with baby portobellos and red pepper
Entree: Phyllo cups with kale, sausage, white beans and squash on a bed of polenta with mountain Gruyere / side of roasted peppers and onions
Dessert: White chocolate mousse cake with spiced pears and white chocolate curls and this action.
We'll see if any photos happen.