Violin girl celebrated her “sweet sixteen” birthday yesterday. Actually, as I was writing this, she was in the living room with some of her girl pals, watching what was left of the “naked men” movie, i.e., “A Room With A View.” She and one of her pals had dubbed it such after violin girl had described to her the one scene in which a few “gentlemen” had frolicked about the pasture, after bathing in the nearby pond. Gotta love those British period movies.
For her party, violin girl had requested that we create a Middle Eastern feast, set mostly in the Old Testament times. Doesn’t every modern girl want one of these? Actually, it came about after violin girl had overheard some pals mentioning something about the Bible verse, John 3:16 and rather than hearing the “3:16” part, she had heard, “sweet 16,” thus her “John Sweet Sixteen” biblically-themed party. Got that?
For the feast, we started with a platter of dates, grapes, and pommegranates, plus hummous with an Indian flatbread that I grilled over the gas flame. Then, gyros with yogurt/cucumber/garlic/mint sauce, tomatoes and green onions, and leaf lettuce. Basmati rice, cooked with a bit of tumeric, accompanied them.
For dessert, there were cupcakes and these:
I think these were comparable to her’s, except she’d tell you they weren’t buttery enough and that honey was used to sweeten them rather than making a simple syrup with part rose water. If they had even used orange blossom water, she might had been willing to forfeit the criticism. As Kaukab so often remarks, “Ah, whad you gonna do?”
What did I care? I didn’t make ’em. *Zwing!* (Sorry. Too much espresso.)
The girls didn’t seem to mind, either.