Bailey and Cato takeout
I don't even cook for my friends. I barely cook for my husband. I'm sure as hell not cooking for Martha. But if I wanted to give her something she's not likely to see a lot of, it would be a little bit of East Nashville soul from a styrofoam box. Barbeque or meat loaf, whiting with spaghetti, pigs feet, ox tails smothered in gravy. And more. And veggies in huge portions.
They have deserts, but I've never made it that far. I imagine they are great, too.