recipes for disaster by tess rafferty (excerpt)
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From THE SOUP writer, Tess Rafferty, comes a memoir told with heart, humor and honesty. This memoir goes beyond culinary catastrophe and heartwarmingly unveils the lengths we go to in order to please our family, friends, and ourselves—and proves that it’s not the food that counts, but the memories.TRANSCRIPT
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Recipesfor
DisasterA Memoir
Tess RaffertyThomas Dunne Books St. Martin’s Press
New York
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I like to drink. Th e events in this memoir happened as written to
the best of my memory, but as they all involve alcohol, one or two
details might be off . If you’re reading this book thinking, “Th at
didn’t happen that way! I was there!” well then, may I remind you
that you were probably drinking, too. Also, some of the names
and identifying characteristics have been changed so as to protect
the privacy of those involved and not cause further issues at my
next dinner party.
thomas dunne books.
An imprint of St. Martin’s Press.
recipes for disaster. Copyright © 2012 by Tess Raff erty. All rights reserved.
Printed in the United States of America. For information, address St. Martin’s
Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
www .thomasdunnebooks .com
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Design by Anna Gorovoy
Raff erty, Tess.
Recipes for disaster : a memoir / by Tess Raff erty.—1st ed.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-1-250-01143-5 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-1-250-01834-2 (e-book)
1. Dinners and dining. 2. Dinners and dining—Humor. 3. Entertaining.
4. Entertaining—Humor. 5. Cooking. 6. Cooking—Humor. 7. Raff erty,
Tess. I. Title.
TX737.R244 2012
642—dc23
2012033164
First Edition: November 2012
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To my grandparents, Mike and Mary Rose, who fi rst intro-
duced me to the idea that good food could be enjoyed in
the midst of great drama.
To Frank and Knoxie, who helped to develop my love of
sharing good meals.
And to Chris, who gives me someone to share these meals—
and my life— with.
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Contents
Ac know ledg ments xi
Prologue 1
1. How to Cook a Turkey, or Th e Stomach:
Not the Way to a Man’s Pants 7
RecipeRoasting a Turkey: So Not the Drama
Your Mother Made It Look Like 29
2. How to Have an Elegant Dinner Party
with No Furniture 35
RecipeApple Pie: Because Store- Bought Is for
People Who Don’t Love Th eir Boyfriends 55
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3. How to Enjoy a Good Meal with Friends 61
RecipeKnoxie’s Cookies: For Someone
Whose Appetite for Food Is as
Big as Th eir Appetite for Life 77
4. How to Th row an Impromptu
Dinner Party for 7 at 1 a.m. 81
RecipeTh e Boyfriend’s Chili: Th e Colonic
You Can Drink With 95
5. How to Count Your Blessings 99
RecipeMolasses Cinnamon Bread: It’s What’s
for Breakfast If You’re Not Vomiting 111
6. How to Have a Fun Christmas Party
for Adults & Children, and Even the
Hosts (Yes, Th at Means You) 113
RecipeSugar Cookies & Frosting: Minutes of
Entertainment for Hyperactive Children 129
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Contents ix
7. How to Serve a Specialty Drink
with an Iron Fist 133
8. How to Th row a Baby Shower for 100
People and Not Hate Babies or People 149
RecipeHow to Set Up a Bar for 100 People
and Not Have 74 Bottles
of Snapple Left Over 167
9. How to Carry a Th eme Too Far 171
10. How to Learn to Love Yourself Again
After Serving Runny Polenta 183
RecipeBraised Short Ribs over Polenta:
All of the Flavor Without the Self- Hate 201
11. How to Pair Wine with Food and
Which Medical Weed to Never
Mix with Entertaining 205
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12. How to Cook Without Cooking 219
RecipeSetting Up a Grilled- Cheese Station:
How to Make Your Guests
Cook Th eir Own Food 233
13. How to Cook a Gluten- Free Vegetarian
Dinner with No Lactose or Fruits or
Vegetables or Nuts 237
RecipeBraised Lamb Shank:
Not for the Gluten- Free 255
14. How to Th row a Dinner Party for 2
and Save Your Relationship 259
Epilogue: How to Have a Wedding
Dinner for 12 267
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Acknowledgments
I am extremely grateful to so many people who
helped make this book a reality, in ways both direct and indi-
rect. First of all, to my agent Holly Root, who always believed
in my writing and was an endless source of help and hand-
holding as we honed this idea and made it work. And to my
lawyer, Chad Christopher, who brought Holly into my life
when I said I needed a book agent.
To Th e Soup writing staff , Lee Farber, Nic DeLeo, Andrew
Genser, Greg Fideler, Darren Belitsky, and Jonah Ray who en-
dured more than one writers’ dinner at my house and to our
chief, K.P. Anderson who was always understanding and
gave me the time to work on this when I needed to write.
And to the world’s best clip show jockey, Joel McHale, for his
enthusiastic support of this project.
To Christy Stratton Mann and Alex Alexander who par-
ticipated in the Girls’ Cooking Club experiments, which fi rst
gave me the idea that I might have something to say about
entertaining.
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xii Acknowledgments
To Matthew Taylor for drawing the awesome Flaming
Weenie Tree.
To my talented friends who orchestrated an amazing
cover shoot when I called them in a panic: art director
Gary Kordan, photographer Justine Ungaro, and makeup
artist David Marvel.
To everyone who provided early support for this book:
Cathryn Michon, Adena Halpern, Deborah Vankin, and
Whitney Cummings.
To all of my agents at Paradigm: Doug Fronk, Chris
Licata, Jana Marimpietri, Shawn Scallon, and Ida Ziniti, as
well as to Johnathan Berry at 3 Arts, for all of their enthusi-
asm for this project.
And to my father, who taught me how to make veal
paprikash, and my mother, who was never much of a cook,
but was a voracious reader and always let me read at the
dinner table, thus instilling the other passion necessary in
the writing of this book.
And of course, warmest thanks to Chris McGuire, who
selfl essly lets his life be turned upside down whenever I get
one of my bright ideas. Th ank you for doing the dishes, cook-
ing breakfast, and getting the cat off my papers while I com-
pleted the edits, Sweetie!
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Th e meals . . . were designed to prolong our time together;
the food was of course meant to nourish us, but it was also
meant to satisfy, in some deeper way, our endless hunger
for one another.
—Passion on the Vine by Sergio Esposito
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Prologue
“I am an onion,” I think to myself.
It sounds like one of those bullshit acting exercises I once
paid tens of thousands of dollars to learn how to do instead
of learning how to actually act. But instead of taking me
back to a time when I was told that character could be
achieved if I just learned how to eff ectively breathe out of my
rectum, I think it again. “I am an onion.”
Maybe I should start at the beginning. In the beginning
there was no onion. In the beginning there was only the
question:
“Why am I doing this?”
Th is is what I’m thinking as I crush up fresh basil and
mint to fl avor pitchers of water for that eve ning’s dinner. I
am cooking dinner for twelve people: one person can’t eat
gluten, two people are lactose intolerant, one woman only
eats chicken and fi sh, and another I have just found out is
vegetarian, despite the fact that I served her boeuf bourgui-
gnon in my house just six months ago. Also, my throat closes
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if I have any fruit and many vegetables, but this is at least a
challenge I am used to.
“Seriously,” I ask myself, “why do I do this?”
It is not a resentful question. I am not angry at a lack of
appreciation I have projected onto guests who haven’t even
arrived yet, nor do I feel stressed out and rushed. I am nei-
ther of those things as I have learned through endless trials
and miserable errors the secrets to serving a hot meal while
making sure that things don’t get so stressful that I melt
down. At least I think I have. As the night will prove, some-
times no matter how calm you remain, twelve iPhones in a
room will interfere with your boyfriend’s wireless sound
system and somehow your night will end with a fi ght and
tears at two in the morning.
But I am getting ahead of myself. At this moment in time
I do not know that I will be sleeping in the spare room to-
night and I have allowed the entire day to prepare for this
dinner party. Which again makes me ask, “Why? Why does
it seem perfectly reasonable to me to spend an entire day
two weeks before Christmas working on a dinner that is not
even the last one I will be cooking this season? Why am I
fl avoring water, when most people don’t even care about the
wine we’re drinking?”
Th e question is detached from all emotion. I am generally
curious about what makes me do this, like I am my own sci-
ence experiment. And the only answer I can come up with is,
“I guess I must like it.”
When I think back on it, I have wanted to throw dinner
parties since I was in high school. Th e night the fall play
opened ju nior year, I thought it would be fun to have a select
group of the cast over for dinner before our call time. We
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made fettuccine Alfredo because My On- Again Off - Again
Boyfriend (aka Future Gay Best Friend) said he wanted to
eat pasta to give him more energy during the show, like it
was a marathon and not You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown.
Looking back, it seems really odd that my instinct as a re-
bellious Goth teen was to suddenly get all Martha Stewart
rather than go drink in a parking lot somewhere; however,
it’s prescient of a comment Th e Boyfriend made just a few
years ago, “You’d rather throw a dinner party than work on
your career.”
Th at is not true— entirely. I think I throw dinner parties
so that I can work on my career without putting a gun in my
mouth. I’d much rather put fresh pasta and a Brunello in
there. (Hmmm . . . I’m getting notes of gunpowder and des-
peration.) More importantly, cooking a meal and entertain-
ing is a project that has a physical outcome that you can see
and taste and touch. Working on your career is a project
that has no beginning, middle, or end and, often, no out-
come. But setting a table is a creative endeavor that has to live
up to no one’s expectations but my own. I don’t get “notes” on
where I placed the silverware or told that my fl ower arrange-
ment appeals to the wrong demographic. Preparing food is a
meditation. And I get to make something delicious the way I
want to make it, and as long as I follow some simple steps it
will all turn out perfectly.
OK, sometimes the food sucks. Sometimes no matter
how many times you’ve made it before, some weird atmo-
spheric condition occurs or maybe you just weren’t paying
attention to how much salt you used and the whole thing
blows up in your face and you have to serve someone beef
that never tenderized or maybe a runny polenta. And it’s the
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worst kind of rejection because every other kind of rejection
is subjective; just because someone didn’t like your screen-
play doesn’t mean it wasn’t good. But when you don’t like
your own food, there’s no shrugging it off with “that person’s
a hack who hasn’t produced a hit ever.” I am not a hack and
as far as dinner has gone, I’ve produced many hits.
And what’s worse— you have to still eat it.
Cookbooks should have a whole chapter on dealing with
disappointment. Or they should be written by actors and
writers because we deal with disappointment every day.
And as much as feeling disappointment pains you, it’s prob-
ably the fl ip side of what allows you to enjoy your creation so
much. Cooks who don’t feel disappointment probably don’t
realize when their food is bad so they probably don’t feel ex-
hilarated when it’s good, either.
So maybe the question isn’t, “Why do I do this?” but “Why
do I like it?” Why do I love something that is so much work,
that doesn’t make me money, but rather often costs me hun-
dreds of dollars in things like truffl e honey and Le Creuset
pots, and that can often end in disappointment? Food is
about celebrating the present. When you’re eating good food,
you’re totally in the moment, experiencing all the fl avors of
both the food and the company in front of you. When you
use your good dishes and set a gorgeous table, you’re really
saying, “Th is moment is going to be beautiful because it’s the
only one there is.” I am not going to focus on the fact that the
fl owers will die tomorrow or tell myself the china is only for
special occasions, because today is a special occasion and we
never know when we might go the way of the fl owers.
Recently, I was cutting an onion and I noticed that the
grain of the onion— the lines that run from stem to stem—
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went sideways. On one side it started straight, but then it
started listing to one side, like some graph of a complicated
calculus problem that I never could grasp, but decided it
didn’t matter because I was going to be an actress anyway. I
couldn’t stop staring at the imperfection; it looked so cool.
It was so unusual. And that’s when I realized nature wasn’t
perfect, either. Here I was trying to cook the perfect dinner,
when even my ingredients weren’t perfect. Th ey were inter-
esting, to be sure, and diff erent, but not perfect. And yet,
that onion wasn’t beating itself up and feeling like a failure.
It was still an onion.
My dinners aren’t perfect. But they are interesting and
unusual and diff erent. And through it all I may have fi nally
learned to be happy when my grain grows in another direc-
tion. I am still an onion.
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