Farewell Fatso!

Catering by Chrisetta: 40th Surprise Birthday Party

My friend and client Christie asked me to cater a surprise birthday party for her husband, Derek. I’ve never been involved in, or to a surprise party. So, I was super excited to be involved. And man was I involved, my job was to feed a crowd of thirty.

Derek is a big, athletic guy and he sure can eat.  With that in mind, I tailored the menu around his appetite: Blue Cheese Burgers, Guacamole Burgers, Beef Kebabs, Potato Salad, Tomato & Corn Quinoa Salad, Simple Slaw with Peanut Dressing, Crudités with Ranch Dip, and Tortilla Chips with salsa and guacamole. I pride myself on making all my sauces, spreads, dressings from scratch and hand chopping all my vegetables and fruits. It’s that whole OUTSIDE of the Box thing, ya know?

Here’s a look-see at all the deliciousness!

Prep Day
 Party Day
The birthday fella couldn’t stay away from the grill (it’s usually his job)


The birthday fella and his ’73 Corvette

 

 

Chrisetta Mosley

I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures... Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!

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