The evening before the girls' first playoff game, my parents hosted the entire team for a dinner. Along with the soccer chicken, my dad served two different kinds of pasta and a mesclun salad with his famous maple syrup dressing (see #35). Needless to say, the girls won their game the following day and subsequently demanded that my parents host the exact same dinner the night before the next playoff game. You can see where this is headed...
dinner. For those of you who know me well, it probably also goes without saying that I usually spent these times hiding in another room. There was one instance, however, that social interaction with these exceptionally intimidating females was unavoidable. During a postseason run in 1996, my dad had to travel to Chicago on business and would be absent the night before one of the girls' playoff games. This was obviously unacceptable. In desperation, the eyes of the entire girls soccer team fell on me. With my dad dictating recipes over the phone, I whipped up this dinner for the team and they went on to win their game the following day. Was it because of me? I like to think so.
At that season's sports awards ceremony, I was presented with a large metal whisk as a thank you gift from the team... probably the best moment of my life up to that point.
We recently had a bunch of friends over for dinner and I decided to try to recreate that magical moment. You know... minus the large group of underage females. I cooked the soccer chicken and both types of pasta, but left out the salad since I had people bring sides. It was a great evening. Caitlin set some beautiful tables and we somehow managed to cram everyone into our tiny living room!
The soccer chicken dinner became a playoff ritual for Tanda and her
friends throughout their high school career. Unfortunately, it never spawned another state championship, but that did not stop my younger sister, Chapin, and I both from requesting that the soccer chicken dinner be part of our soccer postseason tradition, as well.
In the long history of this meal, my favorite story comes from my freshman year of high school. I think it goes without saying that, for a 15 year old boy, it does not get much better than having 24 young,
attractive, athletic females at your house for
At that season's sports awards ceremony, I was presented with a large metal whisk as a thank you gift from the team... probably the best moment of my life up to that point.
I know I should say something about the recipes themselves, but all I'm going to give you is this. It is so easy that a 15 year old version of me could do it. So can you.
I will say this one extra thing about the cheesy pasta, however. This is a dish that is almost a meal on its own and is a huge crowd pleaser. I always get tons of compliments on this. Just make sure you use REAL parmesean cheese!
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