As I mentioned yesterday, today is my birthday and my main present came from a real estate agent: my very own Smurf Kitchen. I’m glad the universe was sorting that out for me, as amidst the house-sit ending, the apartment-hunting, and the ongoing anxiety about my toe*, I kept forgetting that my birthday existed. As a result, I have nothing planned for today, and it has turned out to be the most non-birthday-ish birthday I’ve ever had. And that includes the time I spent my 21st birthday alone in a hotel in Chicago (even then, my parents had organised for flowers to be delivered to my room).
I’m not fussed about this by any means – I’ve always been more comfortable celebrating people other than myself. In addition, my parents and I are going to my favourite restaurant for dinner, and I’ve cooked up some treats (To Be Blogged) that we can snack on while watching Masterchef when we get home. So really, it could be worse.
But there’s this blog, see, and I feel a bit silly not having birthday shenanigans to post about. Solution? Tell you about last year’s birthday party, whereby I invited friends around for a Wine And Cheese Soiree, and much gustatory guzzling fun was had by all (I hope).
I can’t remember the details about all the cheeses I bought, but I do know that they came from the now-burnt-down Manuka Fine Foods cheese room and included a cheese with truffles, a fancy cheddar, goat’s cheese, edam/gouda, Brie/Camembert, and several others that I replenished stocks with throughout the night.
I made a Hot Spinach and Artichoke Dip as an homage to my time in the States, my mum made a Danish Fireball (cream cheese mixed with glace ginger, rolled in toasted almonds and paprika) as an homage to the 70s-esque feel of a wine and cheese night, there were pickled carrots and marinated mushrooms, olives, multiple dips, breads, and these divine and addictive Nigella Lawson Union Square Cafe nuts.
Oh, and of course, lots of opportunities for wine:
Towards the end of the night, there appeared gluten-and-dairy-free mini friands and little pepperment meringues that I had super fun times quenelling. Alas! In those pre-blog times, I didn’t think to take photos of everything.
Describing this party does, though, give me the opportunity to showcase one of my favourite pairs of heels (for those of you who have expressed interest before). I found these shoes in a little boutique in, or adjacent to, the Harvard campus, and fell in love.
Okay, so I couldn’t resist posting that photo because I love my friend’s expression, but it doesn’t really show the shoes off all that well. This is a better photo:
Much better than those Parisian foot-adorners, right? Right?
* Did I mention that I’m back to the doctor tomorrow? It seems two surgeries, nine months of keeping my foot elevated and limiting movement, and enough antibiotics to surely have turned my insides pearly-white are no match for my foot.
Update: I just returned from a lovely dinner out and can happily say that it now feels very spectacularly delightfully like my birthday. Upon arriving home I opened my gifts, and I have to say that I’m overwhelmed with how wonderful they are, because they showcase how well my family knows me. I feel blessed, and loved, and to add to the happyhappyhappy, the Treats To Be Blogged are going down, well, a treat.