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I had a nice weekend. Friday night I made two batches of brownies, and a batch of the dates-stuffed-with-marcona-almonds-and wrapped-in-prosciutto ("crack" for short, it's j_i_m_r's horribly addictive recipe) because it was my turn to bring after-church snacks on Sunday.
Saturday morning I made the cheese bread from Guter Spise, but I left the kitchen before the timer went off and the bread was a little ...dark on the bottom by the time I got back to it. Oops. The cheesey top was still good. GM and I will have to eat it because I can't take bad food to church. They've been so impressed with my MadCookingSkillZ, and I hate to disappoint. I was kinda bummed about the food fail, because I get an inordinate amount of amusement in feeding medieval/renaissance recipes to mundane audiences. They really liked the ginger tarts from Epulario and the Ember Day tarts from Ancient Cookery at the brunch earlier this month.
Saturday afternoon GM and I went to a wedding. It was a very nice affair, comfy chairs, pretty site and a ceremony that seemed very personalized and meaningful to the principals. I like weddings. The caterers did another version of j_i_m_r's crack, cream cheese stuffed prunes wrapped in bacon and broiled. Mmmmm. There was a curried chicken tea sandwich I want to try to recreate.
Sunday I woke up early. I pared the brie and covered it with pesto and pine nuts, cut the grapes into the little bunches and stacked up the cheese and salami crackers. I couldn't decide what to do with the other brie, so I ended up covering it with chopped sun dried tomatoes. Maybe for the next party I'll do a mix of sun dried tomatoes and olive tapenade. The snacks seemed to go well and the crack was really popular, but next year I need to remember to take the brownies out of the pans. They were a bit stuck for the dexterity of desperate children. Other mental notes for next time, only one pound of milled carrots, but two boxes of crackers (triscuts or wheat thins) per pound of brie. And three pans of brownies.
Sunday afternoon I pulled the tomatoes, the marjoram and the evil basil out of the garden and harvested the first of the last of the good basil. Sniffle. The end of basil season is always sad. But there's a whole bag in the freezer for making festive holiday lasagnas. I was about to pull out the oregano, but GM argued there was no reason not to leave it until we can plant another one. I took all the dead bits out of the lovage, it might stay another year, but I think's doomed. I've not eaten much of it, and it takes a sunny spot. Soon I must trim the lavender and the rosemary. Hopefully I'll get some more gardening in next Sunday.
Saturday morning I made the cheese bread from Guter Spise, but I left the kitchen before the timer went off and the bread was a little ...dark on the bottom by the time I got back to it. Oops. The cheesey top was still good. GM and I will have to eat it because I can't take bad food to church. They've been so impressed with my MadCookingSkillZ, and I hate to disappoint. I was kinda bummed about the food fail, because I get an inordinate amount of amusement in feeding medieval/renaissance recipes to mundane audiences. They really liked the ginger tarts from Epulario and the Ember Day tarts from Ancient Cookery at the brunch earlier this month.
Saturday afternoon GM and I went to a wedding. It was a very nice affair, comfy chairs, pretty site and a ceremony that seemed very personalized and meaningful to the principals. I like weddings. The caterers did another version of j_i_m_r's crack, cream cheese stuffed prunes wrapped in bacon and broiled. Mmmmm. There was a curried chicken tea sandwich I want to try to recreate.
Sunday I woke up early. I pared the brie and covered it with pesto and pine nuts, cut the grapes into the little bunches and stacked up the cheese and salami crackers. I couldn't decide what to do with the other brie, so I ended up covering it with chopped sun dried tomatoes. Maybe for the next party I'll do a mix of sun dried tomatoes and olive tapenade. The snacks seemed to go well and the crack was really popular, but next year I need to remember to take the brownies out of the pans. They were a bit stuck for the dexterity of desperate children. Other mental notes for next time, only one pound of milled carrots, but two boxes of crackers (triscuts or wheat thins) per pound of brie. And three pans of brownies.
Sunday afternoon I pulled the tomatoes, the marjoram and the evil basil out of the garden and harvested the first of the last of the good basil. Sniffle. The end of basil season is always sad. But there's a whole bag in the freezer for making festive holiday lasagnas. I was about to pull out the oregano, but GM argued there was no reason not to leave it until we can plant another one. I took all the dead bits out of the lovage, it might stay another year, but I think's doomed. I've not eaten much of it, and it takes a sunny spot. Soon I must trim the lavender and the rosemary. Hopefully I'll get some more gardening in next Sunday.