In this house, there is a monthly occurrence, nay…spawning of testosterone encouraged under the guise of a Broast.
And I am well aware of using links to add connotations.
Anyways, the girlfriend of a broast attendee/ starter/ houser/ maker/ eater…man…decided to counteract the event with Slapper’s Tapas , as she originally called it (I corrected the spelling a little later to suit the mood). I couldn’t attend the first one because I had work. And unlike most things, I assume being served by a very boozed up slapper for a Saturday night dinner service isn’t what anyone is paying for. Basically, it is where all the females get together, eat, drink and roll on the floor clutching themselves, while moaning for days due to either overeating or alcohol poisoning
or so I learnt.
Here are a contributors…a few hours in, and not quite boozy enough yet to play a game of kitchen utensils.
And just to start from the beginning…
I froze some of the pate I made the other day, and brought it. I know…lazy and thinking ahead. That’s me.
Addictive caramelized onion and tomato mini-quiches.
Passionfruit and mango salsa with danish feta and prosciutto. The woman who created this, and myself were probably the only two who attended who were not vegetarians. So…I had no problem with this being in front of me for the majority of the evening. Nom…salty, sweet, meat…CHEESE!
Crazy presentation from K. Roasted vegetable fritatta topped with hummus and olives.
There were also two varieties of mushroom aranchini from the crazy women who dared deep fry at home. Damn…I hate cleaning up oil splatters. Also, there were dips and an antipasto platter, and with everyone’s dishes, about ten different crackers, breads and toasties.
Now…for the sweet:
Choc-chip cookies loaded with Lindt chocolate. Somehow evaded me the whole day…gee, I wonder how that happened?
Awesome dark chocolate and white chocolate/peanut butter marbled together. These were addictive, tasting like non-gritty Reese Cups. Haha.
Super fudgey brownies with macadamias.
Taken just before the clean up. Unfortunately, less than a third of all the food was eaten. We overestimated our potential gluttony.
Needless to say, I drank a six pack before we all headed to the Little Creatures beer hall to meet up with the bros to celebrate a bro’s womb-escape day anniversary. I would officially like to say, apart from the LC’s free and fast wifi, I hate it.
See you in a month, bitches.
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jesus christ! so much amazing food. Bro’s need to lift their game.
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That’s it, sex change time. Fuck that looked good.
amazing food! amusing name! looks like fun!
How great does all the food look?! I would have eaten plenty of those dark/white chocolate peanut butter slices – they look spectacular!
Ned- remember where you wanted to have one joined…or maybe not considering your state at LC. haha. Brilliant.
Tim- sex change? More like all the ladies, which makes you want to defect.
Johanna- yes, it was…sooo good. Perhaps I shall enlighten you on the rules of Kitchen Utensils another day. The first rule is…you never talk about kitch…wait, that is something else. The first rule is that you have to be drunk.
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