hors d’oeuvres confessional
I am an hors d’oeuvres snob. Or, hopefully, in recovery from being an hors d’oeuvres snob. I am told the first step is admitting that I have a problem.
This weekend we went away for a friend’s wedding. At the cocktail hour, I was seduced by a new passed hors d’oeuvres. It was the mini Rueben. A miniature one bite sandwich of toasted rye bread, with briny corned beef, the sweet russian dressing, the tangy sauerkraut, and the cheese to smooth is all out. Yet, all of that packed into one bite. It was perfect. It is this wonderfully combination of one bite flavor that makes me want to confess.
I tell people it is bacon wrapped scallops that are my favorite, and I do like them, but they are my hors d’oeuvres beard, just so I don’t have to admit that my favorite hors d’oeuvre is the same it has been since I was 6. I can do without all of the stuffed mushrooms, most of the bruschetta. Occasional sate is okay, as is the little mini lamb chop, yet most are lacking in flavor, and with no flavor, it is just a meat popsicle, which is kind of gross. I would like to tell you that I prefer all sorts of seafood, and fancy cheese, and fruit and all of that hors d’oeuvres which are all fine, but really, it is the simple familiar flavors that get me. Which leads me to admitting that my favorite of all passed hors d’oeuvres is the humble and ubiquitous pigs in a blanket.
And as T and I drove home, we discussed which appetizers would be passed for our wedding reception. Although I have been putting pigs in a blanket on the list the entire time I have been telling him it is for my neices and nephews. But now, I am finally able to admit, that it is for I that I want pigs in a blanket passed at our wedding. I am not sure if they can do the miniature reuben’s for our cocktail hour, but the rehearsal dinner is a different story.
