Our little annual Christmas Tea Party, on Sunday, December 15. We six regulars gathered just at twilight, and Chris and Sweetpea went out to a movie for the evening. We swapped our usual burgundy-and-pink for bright reds and greens and gold and white this year, and the whole room was made brighter with several strings of little lights. Chris surprised me with a couple of strands one morning---I walked in to see colorful twinkles all across the far wall, strung freehand in loops and swags, and altogether charming to my country-girl, neon-loving heart.
They have their own tee-ninecy remote, to make them do all their dancing---how nifty is THAT?
The party table---phone photos, in their usual blur when I’m getting everything onto the table.
Some charming little Christmas Tree ravioli, with bocconcini and grape tomatoes in a red wine vinaigrette.
We’d intended to put the tri-color tortellini onto skewers with the cheese and tomatoes, but he also brought home these, and I couldn’t resist. We’ll have a pasta night sometime during the holidays and use the other package, plus the tortellini, with several sauces.
My favorite is browned butter and dry, aged Mizithra.
Plump little fennel-sausages, in a cranberry-mustard glaze, Egg Salad Sandwiches, Red Pepper Jelly on Cream Cheese, and the little mannaze dish holds Curry Mayo. I’d not made it in years, but it was a Southern standby in the Seventies, for every kind of party.
And of course, Paminna Cheese in all its shining glory.
The Crudite with Bleu Cheese Dip, and a dish of Chicken Salad in an old candy dish---the kind that has a tall lid an Archbishop would envy. Everyone could choose to have their salad on a croissant or crackers.
Caro’s Asian Meatballs, without which no party . . .
Hot Artichoke/Parmesan Dip. Four ingredients, two minutes to make, ten to bake.
And of the Cookies and Candies and Barks and Hats, moiré non.
How I wish you could have joined us!