On 2012-12-16 00:40:12 +0000, Cheryl said:
>> It's as much as tradition as the Smorgasbord and betweent the two of
>> them in more or less counts as "the holidays".
>>
>
> I hope it turned out well and that you had lots of happy eaters. :)
Thanks; yes! The event was an unqualified success. All of the six
guests at one point or other said it was some of the best food they'd
ever eaten, was better than the restaurant that introduced us to a real
Swedish smorgasbord, etc. A number carped about how they had gotten
too much on their plates in the first few passes, and so never got a
chance to eat something else.
We've pickled our own herring (or flavored, if you prefer) four 5 years
now and these were the absolute best, also acknowledged by the crowd
and the fact that afterwards there was only a couple of pieces left.
The rye cracker-bread we've tweaked for years is all done. We made a
double order of it (about 16 two-foot pieces), and have got the process
nailed. We expected some left over, but got less that 2 pieces.
The wife morphed a few chicken-liver dishes into a new one that
featured clove, allspice, marsala and currants. Everybody loved it; not
the usual response to livers and/or pate. The sauerkraut recipe (with
apples, pickles, onions and sour cream) that I got hereabouts was also
a hit! I don't think of my crew as having conservative or plebian
tastes, but normally they don't jump on these kinds of dishes with such
enthusiasm.
Dug out mother-in-laws antique china, put a cucumber bisque in a
lovely old soup terrine.
After the meal, full of home-made akvavit and Carlsberg I inexplicably
drug some conga drums out of the garage to play on. When someone else
sidled up, I then got out a Brazilian surdo, then "the black bag" full
of maracas, afuche cabasa, shereke, finger-cymals, cuica, claves, samba
whistles and so forth. Then for about 45 minutes we wailed away along
with whatever came up on the random music queue which ranged from
1930's Fletcher Henderson big band stuff and 20's Louis Armstrong, to
Nat Cole, Ivan Lins, Red Norvo, Sinatra, Bix Beiderbecke, Django,
Compay Segundo, GalCosta, Mel Torme, and on and on.
I was flabbergasted how readily and enthusiastically the crew jumped to
it, kept good time, and had no complaints about the diversity of music.
Then lots more akvavit until the wee hours. An historic party.
Man oh man oh man.