Guilty Pleasures: Part Deux
It’s always fun to be a little naughty, let the hair down, do something different. It doesn’t come much better that indulging in your guilty pleasures. Things you know you shouldn’t have, because they’re not good for you, they’re horribly processed or they’re frowned upon (although that doesn’t bother me, frankly). So, following on from our first Guilty Pleasures Dinner Party, I hosted Part Deux last night. The premise is that all attendess bring a guilty pleasure, some food and others wine/beer. What could go wrong?
Unfortunately, what I was most guilty of was being under prepared. I have a stupidly long to do list of things that need to be achieved by the end of this week, and I only started getting organised 10 minutes before the front door bell rang, and my first guest, Helen of Food Stories arrived. I had intended to go to the shop to buy wine glasses, as my flatmate had lovely ones that I used, but she has just moved out and I am left with those tiny wretched ones which reek of the eighties amongst other things. Perhaps perfect for Guilty Pleasures, except I hate them. Unfortunately, I had no time and it was raining so heavily, I was also lacking in motivation with regard to actually leaving the house. So that put me in a bit of a position at the very last minute for I didn’t have the materials for my own Guilty Pleasures. I improvised and everything seemed fine.
Except it wasn’t. That essential appliance, the fridge, decided it no longer wanted to be cold, favouring a temperature more suited to a summers day. I tried everything I could, given I had no knowledge at all, and in desperation called the miele customer service line. Little did I know I was about to enter an alternate dimension where I could be given no info on how to fix this, without my landlords precise details, for there are data protection issues when it comes to giving out information on fridges. Eh?! It’s just a fridge, not a nuclear missile!
Helen & I poked and prodded, but no joy. So we did what we could and eventually it righted itself, sadly not quickly enough to chill the lovely Bisol Jeio Prosecco. So, we moved the Bisol portion to the end of the evening, which actually worked rather well.
Along came the other guests. Chris had with him many guilty pleasures, cheese strings, pepperami, lots of beer. We were off!
First up, was a toast to the late Keith Floyd. Dan of Bibendum said that Floyd had said the best wines for him were those from the South of France and cheap, so Dan brought along a bottle of Domaine de Montplo, Chrysalide 2005, a fine red, I think Floyd would have been happy with our choice.
I was making little chorizo pizzas with homemade dough. As I hadn’t left the house, cheese was lacking so I improvised and used mascarpone and a light covering of parmesan. After fridgegate, I hadn’t the strength to worry or do anything about it, so I just got on with it. I put the spiced pork belly in the oven to roast and Lizzie started on her spam pancake, for she is a lover of spam.
Helen prepared her boiled eggs with anchovy soldiers, saving her piece de resistance, David Lebovitz’s candied bacon ice cream until last. Now, that was fantastic! I am actually going to buy an ice cream maker just to make this stuff. Creamy with crisp pieces of bacon and bacon on top, as David himself says, bacon and eggs, what’s not to love? I have to agree.
Dan brought his superb and extremely hot sleazy cheesey chilli nachos. Lots of fun, having lots of chillis AND Dave’s insanity sauce. Dan was organised and brough his chilli already made. Added to this, we sampled some truffle popcorn. Yes, really! Reactions to this were mixed but I really liked it, and look forward to having it again. It’s very naughty and seems wrong, but tastes oh-so-right.
Denise and Dan brought lots of wine, less guilty than surprising and some delicious. There were some gems in there and I’ll be seeking them out. I expect some info on these from Denise & Dan soon on their blogs.
All the best parties have a gatecrasher and we had one too. A tiny snail crawled in the open window and sat watching from his vantage point. I didn’t even see him, hooray for Dan who gently put him outside, although we think we may have cracked his shell, he was really tiny.
So, another fun night and another culinary adventure. Guilty Pleasures Parties are my new preferred mode of entertainment! Do have one. It’s recession proof raucous fun.