December 17th, 2005

satyr, drool you bastards, bosom

Dali, food of the round and happy gods

My birthday--like the rest of the week--was a thing of strangeness, but I'm feeling cheerful right now, so I'm just going to catalogue my birthday dinner:

Fried rounds of little Spanish cheeses with honey, on a bed of caramelized onions

Wild boar in some sort of orgasmic cream sauce

Pumpkin canelones

Roast duckling in berry sauce

Paper-thin slices of pork tenderloin in a bleu cheese sauce, topped with slices of mushrooms

Pork sausage and figs in fig sauce

Sauteed artichoke hearts

Baked goat cheese with tomato and basil, which turned out to be a tomato-basil sauce with a round of goat cheese melted into it, the better to spread over bread

Batter-fried shrimp in a green garlic sauce

Bread served with chickpea spread, which was also served in every other sauce I've listed because they were too good to be allowed to leave the table once the main part of the dish was devoured

And for dessert:


besos de amor: marzipan-stuffed dates dipped in sweet batter and fried, then sprinkled with powdered sugar and served in a pool of tamarind sauce with a tiny scoop of vanilla ice cream

selkiechick, stormsdotter, lagaz, Rivka, and I went to Dali, a tapas bar a ways outside Harvard Square. It was an hour's wait and by the end Lagaz and I were plotting to eat the screaming women at the office holiday party in the front room, but the food was ohhhh so worth it. We ate ourself round, then had dessert. There's nothing quite like good company at a food orgy to celebrate your birthday.