Catering by Chrisetta: Querville’s Saturday Dinner Party
I met Crystal and Ryan at a wedding I catered a few months ago. They personally came to me to tell me how much they enjoyed the food, especially the Potato Gratin (I’m sure that’s why they hired me to cater for them). Anyhow, after we chatted for a while they mentioned wanting to host a dinner party at home. After a few email exchanges, together, based on my recommendations and their taste buds we came up with a menu that would serve 12.
I was busy most of the night in the kitchen, but I did over hear someone say: “This is really nice. The food is great. Having the party at home was genius Crystal. Pure genius.” Music to my ears.
Here’s what Crystal and Ryan had to say: “Every bite was delicious! You are amazing.”
Their personalized menu for 12:
1st — Sweet Potato Bisque, Brussels Sprouts with Apples and Bacon
2nd — Grilled Carrot Salad with Brown Butter Vinaigrette, Potato Gratin, Herb Crusted Flat Iron Steak
3rd — Warm Arugula Quinoa Salad with Lemon Dressing, Roasted Lemon Rosemary Chicken
4th — Apple Crumble served with Mascarpone
Real food. Taste the difference. Feel the love.
Catering by Chrisetta
Chrisetta.Mosley@gmail.com
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!