So on Friday night I was invited to another cocktail party hosted by my friends Rick and Ronny of Retrofurn.
I love their parties not just because of the company, the conversation, or their awesome dog Elvis, I also love their parties because it gives me an excuse to bust out a little mid-century tidbit to add to the snicky-snack buffet.
The last two times I brought Party Cheese Ball and Hearty Clam Delight. For Friday’s soiree I brought a Chili Cheese Log from Better Homes & Gardens Cooking with Cheese. It seems like there is a recurring theme when I bring a dish over to the House that Retrofurn Built–that theme is cream cheese.
Why this dish? Well, aside from the mere fact that I am a fan of cheese and chili, I had all of the ingredients (sort of) in my fridge and pantry, so this was easy to whip up when I came home from work.
There were a few recipe modifications (OF COURSE) but those were minimal. It goes without saying that I bumped up the herbs and spices (there was definitely more than a dash of red pepper in my log). But in addition, in lieu of 2 cups of shredded American, I used a bag of Mexican Blend–so 4 different cheeses. Cheddar, Monterey Jack–and? I don’t know the other two.
And since I didn’t have pecans on hand, I substituted almonds. Granted, had this recipe been from the 1970s, those pecans would’ve been almonds from the get-go. Damn, they did love almonds in the 70s.
But I digress, the chili cheese log was made to BH&G specifications. And although getting a blob of cheese into something that vaguely resembles a log is difficult, I succeeded. And although it was a precarious situation– rubbing chili powder into formed cream cheese with my bare hands–it all went down without incident.
Here is the finished log:
Epic fail in that I didn’t take a picture of it when I got to the party, but you get the gist of it. The snowflakes aren’t really appropriate for April, but the shape of the plate was appropriate for the log.
I served it with pita chips instead of plain ol’ crackers. I dunno, since it was the Mexican blend cheese and there was all that chili powder, and it was so thick, it was begging for a more substantial crispy accompaniment.
The end result was pretty good! Even with all of the chili powder coating, this had just enough of a kick to make it interesting. Because, really, if it hadn’t it would have just been mild cheeses with some almond bits. Everyone seemed to like it.
The party was lovely and as a bonus I got look-see at all of the work that the boys have been doing. They are restoring some new pieces that will be in Retrofurn showroom on The Avenue very soon. And if I didn’t have one already, I’d totally stake claim on the fab entertainment center that is out on their back porch. It’s a beauty.
OK, before I sign off on this grey and dreary day, I want to solicit some advice. You see, I am having some issues with Brian. He cries. Constantly. The only time he doesn’t is when he is sleeping–thank God that he does a lot of sleeping. The reason he is wailing? Food. He knows when his feeding times are, but that doesn’t stop him from freaking the fuck out an hour or more beforehand.
His food times were 7am, 4:30pm, 10:30pm. But in the morning he cries earlier and earlier so he is getting a dish around 5:30am and then I go back to sleep. BUT! He will cry even after that. And then wants food when I wake up.
So now he is getting food: 5:30am, 7:45am, 4:30pm, and 10:30pm. But of course he starts bitching at about 9:30pm. He was crying all through Mad Men but I refused to get up. Joan is on TV, Brian!
I know that I am supposed to ignore him, but he doesn’t quite get it. Brian is very pretty. But he is not smart.
Is this what having a colicky baby is like? (note to self: yet another reason to never have children)
Aside from getting his vocal chords cut (which is apparently a thing–a very disturbing thing), what can I do? Has anyone tried timed feeders? Or should I just give him an insane amount of food in the morning and hope that he eventually learns how to ration it out over the course of the day?
I am sorry for whining, but I am tired. I closed the door after his 5:30am feedling and I could still hear him through the door, earplugs, and a sound machine. EARPLUGS!
I feel bad for my upstairs neighbor. She must be able to hear him. Right?
If you got to the end of the post, here is a reward:
Which is basically Brian sticking his tongue out at me and saying neener neener neener–you are my bitch!