Oof, I am stuffed. Everything has finally settled and I'm a pleasant, satiated kind of full. We dined like kings and queens tonight; everything was absolutely delicious and worth every splurge-a-rific bite. Here's a little re-cap of the party:
Georgie D. playing some holiday jingle:
What's a party without a little champagne?
Daddy-O passionately guarding the shallot/endive/anchovy tart:
One of my oldest friends Niki:
Niki, who made said tart... très parisienne.
Blurry appetizers (crudités, sliver of tart, marinated green & white asparagus):
Mama in her pretty green Christmas blouse:
These caviar/potato puffs come with Karen every year, and we all anxiously await their arrival. They are the bane of our existences, I tell you.
Almost everything my dad made tonight came from this Marcus Samuelsson cookbook. These tasty little items were curry-spiced chapatis with a layer of puréed eggplant and seared sushi-grade tuna, drizzled with black olive oil sauce. These were amazing. I had more than my fair share...
Shot of Armenian lentil soup:
Clockwise from bottom: couscous, molasses-glazed carrots, quince peanut salad.
Shot of another Moosewood soup, but I've forgotten the name. It was made with sour cream, and tasted a lot like the paprika sauces that are all over Hungarian cuisine.
Now for the dessert! Here's the cake my mama and I made (chocolate gingerbread coffee bundt with hazelnut poached pear and coffee whipped cream):
Coconut tapioca over a lemongrass tangerine reduction, topped with a great big blackberry:
And, although I was positively stuffed, I just had to try one of Trying to Heal/ Rainforestgurl's cashew butter chocolate dipped cookies. Oh my sweet lordy, I have died and gone to heaven. This was the perfect ending to a delicious night.
I'm off to see if the boy will watch A Nightmare on Elm Street with me... chances are slim, but I can always hope!
I picked up this protein powder on the way home... am I the only person who didn't know that Kashi made it?