A few months ago we had Dinner with a Racist Dog and we were way overdue to meet up with these peeps again.  But this time, Shay (aka The HuntingChef) dressed like a professional.

That’s his sous chef, Mady.  She’s very helpful in the kitchen.

And isn’t afraid of smiling in front of the big deer on the wall.

Shay made us some bruschetta appetizers to start off with:

These were so good…almost as good as crack.  Like the kind of crack you’d sell your mom’s silver for.  And that’s garlic in the pesto, charred grape tomatoes, some crazy decadent French cheese and anchovies.  Seriously good.

We could barely contain ourselves.

Umm, yeah.  They were good.  Shay usually makes something that I would not eat on a regular basis and that night was no different.  I never (or rarely) eat anchovies, but there I was, eating them like they were cheese.

While Shay worked on the 3 dinner entrees, Steph and I took little Mady for a bath.

She felt so much better not having food crusted in her neck rolls.  I try to tell Steph that not everyone likes to carry food around in their necks, but she doesn’t believe me.

Okay, so back to dinner.  Shay shoved these guys into the smoker:

And almost set the house on fire.  I don’t really know what happened, but it looked like a bomb went off outside for a second.

Then he started working on the scallops:

And pulled this out of the oven:

And soon the little chickens were done!

Because we didn’t have enough starch to eat, Shay made some ravioli to go with the scallops.  He tossed them in a mushroom tapenade before adding the scallops.

While we started to plate some of the dishes, one of us decided to do a little taste-testing, caveman style.

You can’t take her anywhere.

After dishing up everything, we took a few pictures and started pigging out.

That is the inside of the cannelloni.  I don’t know what’s in there, but it tasted so good.  I’m hoping Shay will do a post about all the recipes he made that night.

After eating ourselves almost into carb comas, we decided we needed something sweet.

Just a little cup of ice cream.  Seriously, we can never eat enough.

Because we’d eaten so much and felt true to our fatpig-selves, we thought it would be a perfect time to take some pictures.

My best friend, Mady.

Steph never could keep her hands to herself.  Whore.

And apparently she’s hangin’ loose with G.

We had a great time with Steph and Shay as usual.  BTW, I’m “running” the half-marathon with Steph in January, but I’m pretty sure she’s only doing it so she can try to grab my boob again.  It’s all right, though, I’ll take any action I can get these days.