Every year we have a pretty big party for the birthday of the EYM. This year 14 people showed up.
I made boiled shrimp with a spicy cocktail sauce, homemade mozzeralla cheese with crackers and kalamata olives, and a variety of other appetizers.
Then, dinner was marinated grilled octopus, meatballs, baked whiting, Mekong swai with a pretzel crust, melanzane parmagiana, pasta with a beef/sausage meat tomato sauce, zucchini/mushroom/broccoli sauteed vegetables, honey dill carrots, and garlic bread.
For afterwards the LMM had made a variety of cookies.And I had made a Brit-styled boiled pudding. The fruit marinated in brandy for a week, and then spices and bread crumbs and little flour. Rigged up a boiler, boiled it for six hours.
Skippy Squirrelbane was hanging out under the table, growing increasingly upset at his inability to share in this bounty. You could tell he was thinking "I have the stupidest humans on the planet. Why can't they see I want a meatball?"
There were lots of leftovers. Skippy felt he deserved something, I guess. So we put almost everything away. We did not put away the pudding, though. It is completely soaked in brandy, I mean soaked, and I had put too much allspice and cloves in it. The fresh ground spices were just overwhelming. It tasted good, sort of, but one or two bites were all you could handle, because of the over-spiced taste.
When we came down in the morning, we saw this. This is the plate that had had the pudding on it. Leftover pudding must have weighed three pounds, it was soaked in brandy, and almost inedible, remember. Or, not entirely inedible, perhaps, as it turns out.
The serving spatula was on the floor, in the middle of a big sticky spot.
Skippy is usually pretty bouncy in the morning. Today he seems to be taking the "Mannequin Challenge":
If you said, "Skippy! Hello, Skippy! How are you?" you get this dirty look.
Skippy had him some puddin'. Now there may be some difficulties. Does boiled pudding overly restrict, or overly facilitate, the passage of....well, time? We'll keep you posted.
And have a great holiday!
I made boiled shrimp with a spicy cocktail sauce, homemade mozzeralla cheese with crackers and kalamata olives, and a variety of other appetizers.
Then, dinner was marinated grilled octopus, meatballs, baked whiting, Mekong swai with a pretzel crust, melanzane parmagiana, pasta with a beef/sausage meat tomato sauce, zucchini/mushroom/broccoli sauteed vegetables, honey dill carrots, and garlic bread.
For afterwards the LMM had made a variety of cookies.And I had made a Brit-styled boiled pudding. The fruit marinated in brandy for a week, and then spices and bread crumbs and little flour. Rigged up a boiler, boiled it for six hours.
Skippy Squirrelbane was hanging out under the table, growing increasingly upset at his inability to share in this bounty. You could tell he was thinking "I have the stupidest humans on the planet. Why can't they see I want a meatball?"
There were lots of leftovers. Skippy felt he deserved something, I guess. So we put almost everything away. We did not put away the pudding, though. It is completely soaked in brandy, I mean soaked, and I had put too much allspice and cloves in it. The fresh ground spices were just overwhelming. It tasted good, sort of, but one or two bites were all you could handle, because of the over-spiced taste.
When we came down in the morning, we saw this. This is the plate that had had the pudding on it. Leftover pudding must have weighed three pounds, it was soaked in brandy, and almost inedible, remember. Or, not entirely inedible, perhaps, as it turns out.
Skippy is usually pretty bouncy in the morning. Today he seems to be taking the "Mannequin Challenge":
If you said, "Skippy! Hello, Skippy! How are you?" you get this dirty look.
Skippy had him some puddin'. Now there may be some difficulties. Does boiled pudding overly restrict, or overly facilitate, the passage of....well, time? We'll keep you posted.
And have a great holiday!
