I can have haz had party?
Jan. 3rd, 2011 10:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceA corkscrew in a puddle of spilled wine. Not so much a metaphor, more a kind of haiku: seasonal, effective, disordered.
The best dip was the one I made up, on a classic theme. The Big Name recipes were frankly either dull or odd. Hey-ho. Possibly the happiest combination, though, did also come from a popular TV cook: soda bread topped with horseradish, creme fraiche, smoked salmon and pickled red cabbage. I liked that. It was worth making the bread specially.
I may also have made the ugliest loaf in creation (whoops: put the dough in the baking-tin the wrong way up. It can make all the difference), but I believe it tasted handsomely enough. And the sourdough was its usual star.
Not many of my friends want or need to be lucky, apparently; only a few went for the black-eyed peas. Their loss (because the dish is yummy, and only getting yummier), but they may possibly have been stuffed on sossidges and ham.
As, of course, were my two furry hooligans. Who had a very nice party, thank you. There were sossidges and ham, so how not? (Mac mixed with everyone, and begged from all; Barry retreated to the security of Karen's suitcase, so I took him a sossidge privately. I'm not sure he'd ever had a whole sossidge of his own before. He was a little bug-eyed about it. And then, of course, bug-stomached.)
And that concludes my post-party report, because it was indeed all about the food. I'm not sure I actually, y'know, talked to anyone. Never do, when I'm hosting. Which might be one reason why I enjoy it, of course, because I'm not one of the world's great talkers anyway. Always happy to let others do the talking. Which they did, I think, yesterday: but you'll need to learn about that from them.
...And then we might've fallen asleep on the sofa, Karen and I. It's possible.
The best dip was the one I made up, on a classic theme. The Big Name recipes were frankly either dull or odd. Hey-ho. Possibly the happiest combination, though, did also come from a popular TV cook: soda bread topped with horseradish, creme fraiche, smoked salmon and pickled red cabbage. I liked that. It was worth making the bread specially.
I may also have made the ugliest loaf in creation (whoops: put the dough in the baking-tin the wrong way up. It can make all the difference), but I believe it tasted handsomely enough. And the sourdough was its usual star.
Not many of my friends want or need to be lucky, apparently; only a few went for the black-eyed peas. Their loss (because the dish is yummy, and only getting yummier), but they may possibly have been stuffed on sossidges and ham.
As, of course, were my two furry hooligans. Who had a very nice party, thank you. There were sossidges and ham, so how not? (Mac mixed with everyone, and begged from all; Barry retreated to the security of Karen's suitcase, so I took him a sossidge privately. I'm not sure he'd ever had a whole sossidge of his own before. He was a little bug-eyed about it. And then, of course, bug-stomached.)
And that concludes my post-party report, because it was indeed all about the food. I'm not sure I actually, y'know, talked to anyone. Never do, when I'm hosting. Which might be one reason why I enjoy it, of course, because I'm not one of the world's great talkers anyway. Always happy to let others do the talking. Which they did, I think, yesterday: but you'll need to learn about that from them.
...And then we might've fallen asleep on the sofa, Karen and I. It's possible.