You will no doubt be delighted to know that I am not going to write about cooking, eating or ingesting worms. Rather, I find myself in a situation in which my carefully laid culinary plans have (once again) been turned upside down, and I am shuffling thing to make it all work.
Monday is Memorial Day, and I had planned to contribute Elise’s Three-Bean Baked Beans and my own heirloom icebox cake. Then, as is sometimes the way of things unless one is a card-carrying hermit, we were invited to a neighborhood potluck on Sunday night. this necessitates bagging the icebox cake, because it really has to sit at least overnight in the refrigerator in order for the cookies to become tender and cake-like, and I will now be gone most of the day and most of the evening on Sunday. I could, of course, take the risky path of making the cake first thing Monday morning, but I am scarred by the experience of serving to guests my magnum dessert opus only to find that the cookies have remained totally intact, mutinously refusing to absorb the gentle ministrations of the (hand beaten!) whipped cream with which they have cohabited in the refrigerator.
In addition, the party on Sunday night is at the home of my friend Alice, who is not able to eat dairy of any kind. I have never cooked for Alice, and although she clearly believes that this whole food blogging thing isn’t merely a bluff, I’d like to take something that she can eat without being wretched. As a side benefit, I would like to contribute something that tastes good to her and other party-goers, because otherwise I might just as well pick up a pre-made jello mold (no fake whip) and a bag of really nice jerky treats.
So, the icebox cake has turned into a trifle. I will make white cake (from scratch, of course), whip a lot of whipping cream and sweeten it with powdered sugar, and layer the cake and whipped cream with blueberries and sliced strawberries. I would ordinarily address the cake layers with a little Grand Marnier or Chambord, but since many of the party-goers will be children, I’ll just go for Pretty and Patriotic as opposed to Possibly Inebriating. Its a sacrifice I’m willing to make.
As for my potluck contribution, I discovered this recipe for Horseradish Spiked Red Potato Salad on Karina’s Kitchen, and it looks delicious. It will not kill the hostess, it sounds spicy and filling, and I will just take a little Xanax to get around the anxiety of taking something to a party which I have never actually cooked before. I hear that Xanax, potato salad and a Mojito will make a person forget anything, although maybe I should be looking for something with Tequila in honor of that worm….