…for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Detail..
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Let me read it to you!
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I planned everything to the minutist detail, fillets of finest locally bred beef bathed in vintage Bordeaux, laid in a dish on a bed of rosemary, pungent herbs and crushed spices then left to marinate for three hours and thirty minutes.
Fresh vegetables plucked that very morning from organic beds, wild mushrooms picked at dawn, truflles sniffed out by pigs in France just hours earlier, appetizers artistically arranged on gleaming porcelain plates, and a selection of dessert dishes chilled to precisely nine degrees in the refrigerator.
My table was set with antique silver cutlery and sparkling lead crystal glasses, and a seating plan worked out to ensure that conversation would flow effortlessly.
As the guests arrived, a couple at a time, the clink of Martini glasses punctuatedthe merry chatter whist in the kitchen various parts of the meal are starting to cook in accordance with my carefully calculated timetable; the steak dish placed into the oven precisely twenty seven minutes before service, therefore allowing exactly eleven minutes resting time.
The meal commences and the first course a triumph, empty plates are cleared away and platters of steaming vegetables appear in the centre of the table, Chablis bottles make way for carafes of Chateau le Frencauce ’94 which has been breathing for exactly thirty five minutes – and now for the beef!
I fling open the oven door, but instead of a rush of aromatic hot air there is nothing, for one essential step in the operation was missed – the oven was cold for I’d forgotten to switch it on; anyone for steak tartare?
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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.
Keith's Ramblings 
Indeed!
Let them eat steak!
(I have no idea! lol Engaging, most every word up to the punchline! Then… bar rum bump!)
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Nothing wrong with a bit of raw steak!
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Oops!
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Very oops!
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😅
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Argh! Reminds me of a friend of my mother’s who had prepared the Christmas dinner to be cooking while they were out and would be ready when they got back. Everything should have been perfect, except that her husband had turned the electricity off at the meter to ‘save money’. They all had beans on toast and it was not a Merry Christmas for him for years afterwards.
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Oh no! I doubt he’ll ever be allowed to forget it!
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Over 50 years ago now and they have both passed away. It was always the Christmas Story in that house though.
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Oops, hahhaaha
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I doubt he was laughing!
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right
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Oh, dear! If your guests are good people who like you, they’ll eat the vegetables and wait another 30 minutes for the main event
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A vegetable course followed by a meat course. That works for me!
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So, earlier this year I was cooking a family dinner and went to check the progress of the roast in the oven. Seems that I had managed at some point to touch the control by mistake and had turned the oven off. So much for fancy ‘touch’ controls.
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How embarrassing! I know what you mean, they are so touchy!
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With all those details to keep track of it is easy to forget the obvious.
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I know someone who went to enormous lengths to put on a spectacular party only to discover it was the wrong day!
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No beef cooked? Move quickly onto the cheese and more wine!! 🧀🍷
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Oh nuts! I don’t mind having dessert though 😁
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Every dinner party host’s nightmare! Well done, Keith! (no…ok, yeah, pun intended, lol)
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