There is something infinitesimally wonderful about a friendship that is formed on common likes and dislikes.
When I first meet Claude, we were ever so skeptical of each other. This big strong fabulous man was coming into my inner circle with a claim on my best friend’s heart. Love was in the air and I wasn’t sure I liked that one bit. As it turns out Claude felt a similar skepticism regarding moi. Who was this best friend and why did she seem to be such a solid team with his beloved?
Well it wasn’t long before our shared curious nature had us laughing together as if we were friends of old. I knew in those early moments, I’d been gifted with a best friend within a best friend. As precious as pink diamonds, Claude and I formed a friendship that simply stated, is the best thing since sliced bread.
Even though our common interests match up on a multitude of fronts, none run as deep as our love for hospitality and entertaining. Together we rival the likes of even our mentor Martha Stewart. That’s right, we own the entire collection of Living from its inaugural issue, in duplicate. We have tested more cookie recipes then Betty Crocker and we’ve whetted every stone and queued every Barbie over our near double decade friendship.
The reason “we” work is plain. Claude is better than me. And to put a finer point on it, we, happily, both accept this. It’s not my desire to be the best, its Claude’s. It’s not my desire to go so far outside of our skills et that we spend oodles just on practice rounds, its Claude’s. Its not my desire that makes us take on more then we can possible chew, its Claude’s. He is the visionary leader of our improbable duo and he is the master of all our plans. I aim only to keep up. Well that’s a lie; I aim to keep pushing him up.
Claude, my kitchen companion extraordinaire, I would go anywhere, do anything, and chop a mountain of onions to save your eyes from weeping, just to see you achieve one more culinary feat just to hear those stodgy ole scotch drinkers we love so much say ‘that was incredible!’. (Let’s not ever tell them how much we spent on that Christmas dinner that cost us several hundreds of bucks in ingredients for four people, ok?)
If you’re following à la Claude for the first time, put your seat belt on, your about to have the time of your life and yes, pyrotechnics are included.