Pot Luck Aftermath
We are now fully recovered from the events of Saturday night, Possum Central is back to its usual self and most of the leftovers have been eaten.
It turned out to have been quite the successful evening, with around a dozen of us finally showing up and having a really lovely time together. The two couples that canceled really DID have good reasons for not showing up and were not at all put off by the concept (which made me feel relieved and vindicated). Our baker and his wife were just too exhausted with getting ready for the big Christmas rush, so they couldn't make it and two other neighbors were feeling poorly and weren't up to an evening out.
Still, as it stood, 12 was the ideal number anyway. We were all able to fit nicely in one room so we didn't have to split up. There were none of those embarrassing moments of dead silence when everyone is looking around trying to come with something to say, and everyone's dish was eaten and enjoyed; although as is always the case, there was way too much food for the number of eaters! Everyone did their best to pile in as much as possible though!
The final menu turned out to be:
Possums: Chinese style bbq'd pork tenderloin, twice-baked potato casserole, roquefort-onion dip with carrot sticks, homemade brioche rolls, salad (provided my M. Martinez) with parmesan vinaigrette and homemade croutons, white chocolate chip banana bread and cream cheese pound cake
M. & Mme Gimenez: Spanish style chicken croquettes, star-shaped sugar cookies that were extraordinary!
Antionio clan: Boudin blanc (made that day in the shop) with apples
Mme. Grandma: quiche lorraine with the flakiest pastry crust I've ever tasted.
Of course there were several contributions of excellent wine, not all of which got tasted that night. I also made a fruit punch which everyone drank, even the adults. The three kidlets seemed to have fun when the two sisters weren't trying to kill each other (ah, siblings), and Diva Maggie was, as usual extremely well-behaved although not happy that she wasn't allowed to share in the feasting.
I regret the friends who weren't able to make it, but hope that this will become a tradition for future years, and, who knows, maybe we'll need to do another one when it's not a holiday, just to get us through the dark winter evenings.
Ciao for now.
Randy
It turned out to have been quite the successful evening, with around a dozen of us finally showing up and having a really lovely time together. The two couples that canceled really DID have good reasons for not showing up and were not at all put off by the concept (which made me feel relieved and vindicated). Our baker and his wife were just too exhausted with getting ready for the big Christmas rush, so they couldn't make it and two other neighbors were feeling poorly and weren't up to an evening out.
Still, as it stood, 12 was the ideal number anyway. We were all able to fit nicely in one room so we didn't have to split up. There were none of those embarrassing moments of dead silence when everyone is looking around trying to come with something to say, and everyone's dish was eaten and enjoyed; although as is always the case, there was way too much food for the number of eaters! Everyone did their best to pile in as much as possible though!
The final menu turned out to be:
Possums: Chinese style bbq'd pork tenderloin, twice-baked potato casserole, roquefort-onion dip with carrot sticks, homemade brioche rolls, salad (provided my M. Martinez) with parmesan vinaigrette and homemade croutons, white chocolate chip banana bread and cream cheese pound cake
M. & Mme Gimenez: Spanish style chicken croquettes, star-shaped sugar cookies that were extraordinary!
Antionio clan: Boudin blanc (made that day in the shop) with apples
Mme. Grandma: quiche lorraine with the flakiest pastry crust I've ever tasted.
Of course there were several contributions of excellent wine, not all of which got tasted that night. I also made a fruit punch which everyone drank, even the adults. The three kidlets seemed to have fun when the two sisters weren't trying to kill each other (ah, siblings), and Diva Maggie was, as usual extremely well-behaved although not happy that she wasn't allowed to share in the feasting.
I regret the friends who weren't able to make it, but hope that this will become a tradition for future years, and, who knows, maybe we'll need to do another one when it's not a holiday, just to get us through the dark winter evenings.
Ciao for now.
Randy
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