We just had a chance to use this again as a bar. We have used it for both food and beverage, and I can't get over how cool it is. The food that we were serving was as follows:
Mussel shooters Refreshing slightly spice Gazpacho with plump mussels Served in shot glasses
Vegetarian Gazpacho shooters
House made Taro chips Dusted with smoked paprika and salt; Served in paper cones
So, for the first post of Savoy Events Tidbits, I want to share a bit about my middle finger. Don't worry, this is a family friendly bird finger posting.
In Mica and my attempt to be environmentally friendly, we run a full compost and recycling kitchen. Normally this all goes well, even with the stinky food fun in the summer (maggots in the dumpster, check), sorting garbage when it comes back from jobs all mixed together with recycling and food waste, a bit higher monthly bill with Waste Management, and three waste cans instead of one. All in all, it gives a warm fuzzy feeling.
Now, rewind to yesterday. In my garbage diligence, I saw a piece of plastic in the compost can. I, with no hesitation, reach in to remove the non-biodegradable offense, and on the way out of the can, find a piece of broken glass...with my middle finger. At first I think, no problem, a band-aid will fix this just fine. Then I see the spurting blood of a cut artery. Then I see severed tendon. Then I think, Hooray Garbage!
Mica was nice enough to show up a few minutes after I butchered the hand, and agreed that a hospital visit was in order. Before we could go, we had to butterfly a pig (yes Tien and David, we we're thinking of you with my left hand wrapped, holding a piggy with my right while Mica worked the hammer and chisel).
A few hours later with a tied off artery, a stitched tendon, a sewn finger, and as a parting gift a pair of unisex one size fits all disposable underwear, I am back at it.
