ÃƒÅ¾or brought in the photos he took of my Christmas party. We’ll start with a picture of Steve, seriously underdressed, but then he wasn’t expecting a black tie gathering. That’s Mark Reed next to him. Caroline is in the foreground.
In good Chattanooga tradition the buffet was loaded with food.
We had to use both sides of my tiny kitchen, but the line was surprisingly orderly. People loved the shrimp curry.
This is my friend Bernd who lives up in Akureyri.
I had three tables set up; one long one with twelve people and two smaller ones with six and four people. This is the big table; notice the place cards. From left to right that’s Julie, David, Caroline, Bernd and Sigrun.
After dinner I served merangue with a chocolate vanilla rum sauce. ÃƒÅ¾or is standing behind me; we’re hamming it up for the camera. Dana Reed is in the foreground (she and Mark one best dressed couple). And Kahlua is standing at the sink, doing the dishes. I’m inviting her to every party.
Steve came to Iceland to chop vegetables. Really, I just wanted to provide a Christmas dinner that was as much like the family gathering in Chattanooga as possible so my brother chopped things, swept and move furniture. We had twenty-one people for dinner, which was quite the feat in my tiny apartment. Actually the bigger challenge was the food preperation, because I have a dorm size refrigerator. Fortunately I have a balcony and the temperature was close to freezing.
I’ll post pictures later, but my camera doesn’t have a flash so the photos I tried to take are worthless. ÃƒÅ¾or has promised me copies of the photos he took, and I’ll post them when I get them.
The party was black tie optional and two of the men actually wore tuxedos. Several ladies came in evening gowns, which was lovely. Such fun.
The Menu Pomegranate and chickpea salad
Green beans with lemon and basil
Spinach, artichoke caserole
Yellow and blue potatoes with garlic and gorgonzola
Buckwheat pasta, with butternut squash, mushrooms, eggplant and chestnuts
Shrimp curry and rice
Merangue with chocolate rum sauce and mixed berries
I am a sad, sad camper. He’ll be back in Portland at two a.m., which means ten o’clock tomorrow morning for Reykjavik time. I might be sad, but he’ll be exhausted and sad.
We did get to go out for lunch today, and spent about three hours outside the building, which was great. We went to the Seafood Cellar. The food is very good, and beautifully presented, but if you click on the menu link on the website, you will see one of the ugliest food photos I’ve ever seen.
Jonathan had planned on having a games night tonight at his place, but at the last minute had to cancel becasue he had to stay at work editing an episode. So, we just convened at my place instead.
We played Celebrity, which I had never played before. It works like this: The guests are divided into teams. Each player writes down the names of three to five celebrities (or famous books, or fictional characters) on slips of paper, folds the papers in half and puts them in a pot. In the first round, you can use words and movements to let people know what celebrity you have drawn from the pot. In the second round, you can use one word (and no other sounds) and movement. In the final round, you can only use movement. Your teammates try to guess, while you try to go through as many pieces of paper as you can in a minute.
It was a lot of fun. The last of my guests left about fifteen minutes ago, around 1 a.m. They wanted to help clean up, but my kitchen is so tiny that it’s just not a good plan to have more than one person working in there at a time. I used one of Grandma’s lines, “It’ll give me something to do after you’re gone.”
And I’d also like to add a special thank you to my mother who taught me the importance of having emergency party food on hand. People were impressed with the spread I pulled off with only an hours notice.
I work with really nice people. I was a little nervous because I’d invited thirty people over and only thought they would all fit, but hadn’t tested it. It was great; my apartment has a perfect configuration for parties because all the rooms open off of a center foyer. The foyer is fairly large so people can spill from one area to the next with no problems.
We had a lot of food, and I’d been told that Icelanders always show up with a bottle of wine when they go to parties because of how expensive alcohol is. Yep. Every group that arrived had a beverage and it was all consumed by the time people left at three a.m.
The spinach dip was a huge hit because it doesn’t exist out here. I had an interesting time in the grocery store trying to find the right packet of soup mix. Shopping in a foreign language is always fun.
That’s right, we went bowling last night. I wish I had a better photo of the building, but it was classier than any bowling alley I’ve ever see. This really interesting post-modern timber and steel construction on the exterior and hardwood floors in the dining room. Yes. Dining room. It might have been sports bar food, but it wasn’t served on plastic trays.
The weather was really great the other day, so I snapped a photo of the view out my living room window.
Otherwise, I’ve been on set all-day today and am starting to feel a little sore. I had a couple of shots that I really had to struggle to stay out of. That’s what always hurts; the bizarre twists and deep knee bends to keep from being seen can take a toll.
My flight from Portland got in at 11:10 a.m. My flight for Reykjavik doesn’t leave till 8:50 pm. I have a loooooong wait. So far, I’ve gone from terminal 4 to terminal 7, which is where Icelandair is, and then back to terminal 4. There aren’t any food options in terminal 7.
I had a bean burrito for lunch. I know you’re terribly excited by these developments. Meanwhile, I am enjoying high-speed wireless internet access. Whee.
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