In Praise of Girlfriends and Dinner Guests
I made melon soup for one course. Stina thought that mixed with vodka it would be a perfect summer cocktail. (The green is honeydew with mint and ginger ale; the apricot colored one is cantaloup with yogurt and honey. Really yummy. And yeah, blended with vodka would be worth the experiment).
The Cardinal says that the very pretty French script is just made up nonsense. But we don't care.
That would be a Moroccan rosewater sprinkler. For The Child. Because every 13 year old girl needs a Moroccan rosewater sprinkler. Which she used with lavish spirit. (Because of course he thought to include both rose and orange water for her use). I'm kinda jealous but have been told that is not sporting of me.
Anyway, the food was fab and no one mentioned that the amuse bouche was the same one I served at the Autumnal Feast. (L'horreur!) I had reviewed all the menus of Solstice Feasts past to make sure there were no repeats but didn't think to research the entire history of feasts with this group. Not that anyone would mind if they did remember because it was an amusing bouche and certainly worth a repeat.
This cozy group of friends has been ringing in the summer season this way for 10 years now. Which is a nice, long time to keep a tradition going, I think.
Moi, playing with my dessert wine glass (empty, of course).
The Cardinal, The Child and Moi
ChouChou does not like having her picture taken.
Mr. Mikey, The Spouse and John, who don't mind being photographed at all.
It was a very satisfying and entertaining weekend. But I'll be super honest with you: after back-to-back dinner parties, book-ended on either side by potluck parties elsewhere, I was really happy to have Thai take-away for dinner last night. And there's some lasagne in the freezer that would be good for dinner tonight. Even the Czarina sometimes needs a mini-break from cooking.
Labels: coffee, feasts, summer, yummy food
3 Comments:
Um ... hi, I want your life.
No. You just want a Moroccan rosewater sprinkler.
Well, that would be a meagre substitute, but ...
... okay.
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