Fusion can be fun

The excitement had been building for weeks, but none so much as within the final days before the feast.  Finally the moment had arrived. The decor was all in place, and the chefs arrived, bringing the volunteer wait staff along for the ride.  As the final preparations to the party space were put in place, the chopping and seasoning continued with ever-increasing abandon.

The first guests announced their arrival shortly after 7:00pm local time, and it didn't take long for the festivities to begin.  A welcome libation was first on the menu, but then the service began.  Two by two, like the animals boarding Noah's ark, the courses were paraded from the kitchen and placed elegantly before each of the guests.  Each pair was a comparison of sorts, each explained on the accompanying menu.

First there was an appetizer course, then a soup course.  Four more courses followed: the noodle course, the fish course, the meat course and then dessert.  The specifics of each course were outlined on the accompanying menu, permitting each dinner guest to anticipate the next course with just the right amount of interest to keep the party going.  By the time the final notes in this symphony had been played, one day had silently given way to another, and the guests were pleasantly satiated.  The containers of supplies that had been trundled into the house at the beginning of the evening were then loaded back into the waiting vehicles, noticeably lighter than they were before, and the party was over.

The verdict: a great time was had by all.  At least one diner commented afterward that she had never been privy to such an elegant meal!  What a complement!