Scott Armstrong, French Chef

From time to time, I publish a Scott Armstrong essay here. Unabashedly conservative, his well-written missives are guaranteed to inspire discussion. What I did not know, at least until last night, is that Scott is also a gourmet chef.

Last night, I had dinner with Scott and his fascinating family. Unable to find the home, I called Michael Molovinsky for help and he was kind enough to give me detailed directions. I walked up to the house, knocked on the door, and Ed Pawlowski answered.

Eventually, no thanks to a laughing Molovinsky, I found the right place. Scott's two sons, like their dad, are obviously brilliant conversationalists. They also speak fluent French like their mom. Scott's ravishingly beautiful wife, Sophie, happens to be French. That explains that. She also has a contagious laugh.

Scott prepared the meal, which consisted of a great salad, homemade bread, followed by a crusty tomato tart with herbed cheese. I thought our meal was over, but Scott returned from the kitchen with delicious crabcakes. They were accompanied by Thai noodle and vegetable combination. After that, we picked at assorted French cheeses and an apple tart desert.

I want to thank Scott and his family for the hospitality they showed last night. I also enjoyed the conversation. We solved all the world's problems. His wife and I tried slipping a few liberal pills into Scott's wine when he was out in the kitchen, but they had no effect.