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Mark's Food Weekend
Dec. 16th, 2012 09:50 amMany things about this weekend have sucked but lots of exotic food brightened it up.
A thump at the door yesterday morning turned out to be a special delivery from one of our friends who is in the food import biz. The gift was a feast of smoked salmon and gravlax, excellent cream cheese, perfect wonderful New York bagels, and capers, all from a place that is rather expensive. These bagels were gooood-- a little sour, plenty chewy, not spongy sugar bombs. We shared this with deserving members of my husband's family and had the remainder for breakfast today.
Then his "great-aunt" (who is actually Grandma's best friend from waaaaaay back) gave us pierogi and cookies. That was nice.
Then we hit the party store (it's Michigan-speak for a liquor store with food and stuff) near Auntie's house that promised "ethnic groceries." And how. We left outta there with cookies, wine, frozen burek, Romanian chocolates, and a bottle of chestnut liqueur imported from New Zealand that seems not to be available anymore. Said liqueur is meh straight (like Frangelico without the interesting qualities) but is very nice mixed with cream or in coffee. I may buy the last remaining bottle. My interest in the liqueur, and in chestnuts generally, got me mistaken for a Romanian by the proprietor. Nope!
[I am not descended from any Eastern European anything as far as I know, and the Jewish line of ancestry is Sephardic and not Ashkenazi as far as I know. I'm just into the food.]
Sidenote: An informal survey of Romanian chocolates indicate that they all contain copious amounts of booze. I am not surprised in the least.
A thump at the door yesterday morning turned out to be a special delivery from one of our friends who is in the food import biz. The gift was a feast of smoked salmon and gravlax, excellent cream cheese, perfect wonderful New York bagels, and capers, all from a place that is rather expensive. These bagels were gooood-- a little sour, plenty chewy, not spongy sugar bombs. We shared this with deserving members of my husband's family and had the remainder for breakfast today.
Then his "great-aunt" (who is actually Grandma's best friend from waaaaaay back) gave us pierogi and cookies. That was nice.
Then we hit the party store (it's Michigan-speak for a liquor store with food and stuff) near Auntie's house that promised "ethnic groceries." And how. We left outta there with cookies, wine, frozen burek, Romanian chocolates, and a bottle of chestnut liqueur imported from New Zealand that seems not to be available anymore. Said liqueur is meh straight (like Frangelico without the interesting qualities) but is very nice mixed with cream or in coffee. I may buy the last remaining bottle. My interest in the liqueur, and in chestnuts generally, got me mistaken for a Romanian by the proprietor. Nope!
[I am not descended from any Eastern European anything as far as I know, and the Jewish line of ancestry is Sephardic and not Ashkenazi as far as I know. I'm just into the food.]
Sidenote: An informal survey of Romanian chocolates indicate that they all contain copious amounts of booze. I am not surprised in the least.
