Showing posts with label high tea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label high tea. Show all posts

03 March 2014

thelma and louise



That was the theme of Sarah's birthday high tea. Because yes, we love to get dolled up and drink tea and eat dainty food and twitter away with the ladies, but we also have a harder side, the part in everyone that likes to let loose, be free, and just say to hell with it all. Or something like that. Anyway, about 20 ladies came up to Hightor for a feast of sweet and savory tastings, tea, champagne, and of course bourbon. It was delicious fun. Darlin', look out, 'cause my hair is comin' down!


The massive spread, ready and waiting


Home/handmade crème de cassis from our beautiful neighbors 


Pasca made lovely labels to identify all the food


Girl Scout cookies straight from the states!


Everyone was in high sprits and festive garb, it really was a wonderful day





After tea and the movie, the crazy fun started. Dancing to loud music in front of the fire, really breaking into the Wild Turkey, a late night feast with some pizza delivery. Happy Birthday Sarah! 



When all was said and done, Pasca and I cuddled up in bed and deconstructed the party, the food, the laughs, everything. A very happy ending to it all. 

28 February 2014

tiropitas


It's a cooking marathon here. High tea is coming, everybody get ready! You're about to get a lot more food pictures and recipes. Don't think you'll mind though. These Greek wonders are a cinch to put together, and crazy delicious. I made about forty last night and they're hanging out in the freezer, waiting to be baked up tomorrow( if you do prepare them ahead like this, freeze in a single layer first, then once they're nice and solid feel free to stack them/pile them in a bowl/toss them in a bag. With this method, they don't need any special treatment when you're ready to bake, just a few minutes more in the oven). And the story of how I first tasted them and got the recipe is pretty good. My first semester of college I took a religious studies class. As part of the curriculum, we were charged with experiencing a religious service that was foreign to us. Being the budding anthropologist/sociologist I was, I attended several. The most impressive to me was a Greek orthodox Holy Thursday service. The ritual of everything was overwhelming, as was the feast that was laid out afterwards. It included these little heavenly triangles, and the woman who made them must have noticed me coming back for more and more, because we ended up talking, and she told me the recipe. It was a cinch to commit to memory, and though I haven't made these but twice in the 7 years since, it all came back to me with no hesitation last night. There are no measurements in the recipe since it really is foolproof, and everything is meted out depending on how many you're making. I have faith that you can figure it out for yourself.


To make your own, you'll need:
phyllo dough, fresh or thawed
butter, melted
cottage cheese
feta
eggs

-In a 50/50 ratio, mix together the cottage cheese and feta. Crack an an egg (or two, or even three in my case), and stir to combine. You want a thick, but slightly runny mixture with just a tint of yellow from the yolks
-Working with one at a time, lay a sheet of phyllo horizontally on a large cutting board/work surface. Brush the dough all over with melted butter. Using a sharp knife, make vertical cuts in the dough about every two inches, making about four long strips of dough per sheet
-Place a spoonful of the cheese mixture at the end of each strip, and fold one bottom corner up to make a triangle. Keep folding/flipping as you would a flag. Fondly recall your days in the scouts, or on flag duty at school
-When the triangle is all rolled up, gently place on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper, and brush with just a bit more butter
-Bake at 325 degrees for about 15-20 minutes, or until golden on top
-απολαμβάν !!!!


Tiropita station ready to go. A fine glass of red wine sure helps everything along



Phyllo all buttered up


Roll, roll, roll


One last fatty, decadent touch