Who’s A’mare you ask? That would be A’mare Stoudemire, 28 year old basketball phenom for the New York Knicks.
This week, Meg busted her Bon Appetit out of it’s plastic wrapper and dug into the October edition, which featured a lovely stuffed pork loin on the cover. Almost every month Bon Appetit features a VIP or celebrity and we get to see how the other side cooks on their outdoor pizza ovens and restaurant grade kitchens. She kind of ignores those stories because them seem so staged and phony with all the guests in designer clothing and lit by candlelight.
But she couldn’t take her eyes off of A’mare’s party. A’mare Stoudemire has his own private chef!
And look, they are dressed like twins!
Off-court, he pals around with Vogue editor in chief Anna Wintour at fashion shows, and he launched a line of athletic-inspired women’s wear with designer Rachel Roy earlier this fall. And then there’s his West Village penthouse, which has a river-view wraparound terrace, a barber’s chair for at-home haircuts, and even a recording studio.
And A’mare has his own stylist!
As the guests arrive, the apartment is flooded with sun from all angles. Stoudemire’s friends are as varied a lot as his off-court interests. “We met through private jets,” says one of the guests, Jesse Itzler, an entrepreneur who is involved with Stoudemire in a line of edible energy strips called Sheets.
I know I’ve met a lot of people through private jets. Oh wait, that was TSA doing a body screen on me last month.
The theme of A’mare’s party was a Soul Food Brunch that featured:
Corn Fritters with Spicy Remoulade
Fish Fingers (aren’t these Fishsticks?) with Creamy Polenta
Buttermilk Fried Chicken and Sweet Potato Waffles
Braised Kale and Turnips with Smoked Turkey
Ambrosia Salad with Toasted Coconut
Pound Cake with Fig Chutney
Luckily for all the guests involved A’mare invited this lady to the party:
Sara Blakley, the inventor of Spanx.
Meg is 100% sure she would need a set of extra strength Spanx after ingesting this meal.
Meg sort of wishes Bon Appetit would use real families for these dinners instead of all these outre people like NBA stars and the dreaded Gwyneth Paltrow. It would make a meal seem so much more real, and couldn’t we use a little reality these days, instead of fishsticks masquerading as gourmet food?
Meg’s going to leave you with a cute Shel Silverstien poem. She is sure you will love all the ingredients here!
Oh, how I love Italian food.
I eat it all the time,
Not just ’cause how good it tastes
But ’cause how good it rhymes.
Insalata, cremolata, manicotti,
Shrimp francese, Bolognese,
Fried zucchini, rollatini,
Fettuccine, green linguine,
Oops—I think I split my jeani.
Feel a pasta fest coming on?