A novel, of course.
Margaret Finnegan's wild romp The Goddess Lounge is feminist fusion, wedding the present day to the
epic Odyssean tale. In honor of her hot-off-the press publication, a toast, and a virtual menu.
While we know Mt Olympian gods live on nectar and ambrosia, our goddess has lustier appetites.
To start:
sparkling pinot, a deep dry sparkling wine, "To Margaret and your successful publication!" The dry wine emphasizes the silky, slightly sweet foie gras on brioche toasts.
First course:
Antipasto: a hearty platter of soppressato, caponato, mortadella and pungent provolone. Keep sipping the sparkling pinot, and when it runs out, a bottle of lambrusco will do.
Main:
Pasta a la carbonara, heavy on the cream, extra bacon please, and keep grating that fresh parmesan until I say when.
Wait, you've got a fresh truffle there? Shave away!
If you've sworn off chardonnay, bored by the whole thing, now's the time to reconnect to something oaky and/or buttery.
Dessert:
Direct from Angelique's cafe on the Rue de Rivoli, Paris: hot chocolate (where it is rumored they melt chocolate bars to achieve the perfect quality) topped by creme de chantilly.
You will need nothing more after this, I promise, except some quiet time to finish reading this great book.
