St. Nicholas, Part II: Eats

Ge. and I prepared the St. Nicholas plates just before I left for university: milk and dark chocolate-covered gingerbread, clementines, domino stones coated in milk and in dark chocolate, tree tips or Baumkuchenspitzen which are tiny pineapple-fragment-shaped pieces of layered sponge cake (the layers being light with dark edges like the growth rings in a tree, or the layers of a French bûche de Noël) once again covered in chocolate, Spekulatius biscuits, and marzipan potatoes which Ge. bought after I'd left because they were manifestly missing. (c:

The rest of the menu was:

Sweepsteak

(Beef roast with onion, recipe from the I Hate to Cook Book)

Boiled potatoes

Coleslaw salad à la döner kebab

Cauliflower

Salad with aceto balsamico and quark dressing

Sugared oranges in brandy

The potatoes were intended to be lemon potatoes, which I had eaten and enjoyed at a Greek restaurant on West Broadway in Vancouver over six years ago, but the time ran out.

As for the coleslaw salad, I julienned red tomatoes by cutting the peel into slabs and deseeding it and then slicing it into strips, then thinly cut up a quarter of a red cabbage, yesterday. I left these in the fridge overnight so that the cabbage would grow milder, and I hoped the acid in the tomatoes would have a similar effect. What was tremendously cool was letting the tomato juice come into contact with the cabbage juice, because obviously the pH (acidity concentration, I guess one could say) of the tomatoes made the cabbage juice turn pink from its lovely aubergine colour. This afternoon I grated in a carrot on the coarsest holes, sliced in half of an oval lettuce, and sprinkled pomegranate seeds on top; then after the Byzantinian literature class I chopped in some parsley and julienned a little cucumber. Except for the quartered tomatoes which I added and the pomegranate seeds, and the relative scarcity of cucumber and lettuce, it was pleasingly like the salad which normally comes with our favourite takeout döner kebabs. Finis.

I sprinkled aceto balsamico over the cauliflower, cut into small chunks, so that it would become less cabbagey; I think it worked, and fortunately nobody minded the dark vinegar watermarks.

The other salad was of leafy lettuce, of which I had arranged intact leaves around the perimeter of the bowl, which looked very festive; I sliced cucumber over it, put chopped parsley in the middle, quartered some of the tomatoes and removed the greeny stem bits, shook over more pomegranate seeds, and then prepared my dressing.

The sugared oranges were a monumental pain in the neck, also because I thought they turned out too sour though everyone else was happy with them. Removing the pith was difficult, slicing them was difficult because the knife didn't like becoming wet or working with a soaked wooden cutting board or who knows what, so I ended up smushing part of the orange rather than slicing it. The clementines which I mixed in also refused for the most part to slice properly, falling into the disarray of their individual segments instead. I sprinkled sugar in between the layers and added some brandy, but I didn't taste the brandy and thought that more sugar would not have come amiss. The thing is that I have sentimental reminiscences of sliced oranges infused with sugar and kirsch which my father made, and have tried to emulate them; only I was too cheap to buy a 10 euro bottle of kirsch from the store and too demanding to buy a cheap bottle.

I have plans to make tzatziki, and two aubergines to use up, tomorrow, so we'll see how that goes. (c: My attempt yesterday to make baba ghanoush with a third eggplant was a bit interesting, though not in disastrous wise.

At any rate the beef was excellent and so were the platters full of gingerbread and chocolate, and the rest was fine, so I think it was a good day from the culinary front. We also brought some extra festivity into the evening by singing 'Lasst uns froh und munter sein' and, in Mama's case, tootling out Advent songs on the French horn.

THEN we watched a books television show with Dieter Moor and his guest Franz Müntefering, whom I did not greatly admire as a politician but had to admit is rather charming and not without thoughtfulness and humour as a private individual. I had considered him unoriginal and complacent.

Lastly, Ge. and J. and I watched the Daily Show and the Colbert Report together. So now I feel greatly relaxed; the question is whether I will make it to my 8:30 a.m. class tomorrow.