A Kind of Mediterranean Pilaf

T was celebrating his 39th Geburtstag and decided that unlike previous years, he didn’t want to slave in his narrow kitchen preparing an entire dinner for his guests. So for this year’s party, he decided to go pot-luck style. Written clearly in his invitation email (in German, naturally), he requested for his guests to bring along one dish and that dessert had already been taken care of.

When we arrived at the party more than an hour late, the pot of pilaf was quickly snatched away by T who demanded that he’d be served half of it. “I am so hungry and I am the birthday boy!” he exclaimed. Yes, yes. Before I could serve it in a presentable manner, a line of strangers had formed in the kitchen entrance. Plate and fork-armed, they all wanted our rice!

Though the pilaf tasted amazing, we surely didn’t expect a queue. Happened that all of T’s dear guests had decided to bring only desserts. So after 2 hours of drinking and chatting, they’ve only had been fed four kinds of cakes and a salad! Of course then our popularity in the party immediately hit the roof with these hungry souls.

With the pilaf all eaten up, we resorted to munching raw carrots and having the cakes for dinner. That was sufficient because we were so satisfied with our 15 minutes of fame. By the way, it would be plagiarism to claim that this was my own creation as I was merely the executioner. So you should thank F for this.

Medipilaf

TAGS: ,