So, our good friend Lisa got married last year to Ricky, who's from the Philippines. After OVER A YEAR of trying to get his permanent residency, he was finally allowed to come and live in Canada.
We decided (or maybe we were asked nicely by Lisa?) to host a little party for people to meet Ricky - a man that they'd only heard about (annoyingly, gushingly, amorously) through Lisa.
Ricky loves calimari, so we decided to make some for him. This was, by far, the easiest recipe. It involved opening the box of frozen calimari and shoving it in the oven. Top with some chopped red onion. Not really deserving of a picture.
We also made this awesome combo of Pilsbury croissants and chicken salad. And by chicken salad, I mean cream cheese with a hint of chicken:
We also made a pancit, which is basically like a stir-fry, but with cabbage and egg noodles. It was ridiculously fun to make, but you get no pictures, because I was too busy stuffing my face with dessert:
Lime tarts, Mars bar squares (thanks Janine) and those peanut butter marshmallow goodnesses. To make Mars bar squares:
4 Mars Bars
1/2 cup butter or margarine (oleo for you crossword fans)
2 cups rice krispies
Melt the Mars bars and butter together. Stir constantly. The nougat will turn into this nasty, stringy, snot-like substance. Keep melting until it's all smooth. Remove from heat and stir in the rice krispies. Pour into a pan and melt chocolate over the top. So simple!
As an aside, those peanut butter things make me think of the Land of Make Believe from Mr. Rogers. I think I may have eaten one whilst watching that horrible show as a kid. Isn't memory fun? Almost as much fun as English.
Anyway, the piece de resistance was this:
You have probably seen these on Facebook already. And the ones you saw probably looked a lot better than this. Ours had vodka in them though, so nyah nyah to you.
They didn't set properly, probably because I used room temperature vodka, and not cold vodka, as I read in the Journal today. (Thanks for coming out Journal - just a week late!)
Anyway, they were a giant pain to make. Hollowing out oranges takes a long time. When you're done, you're so sick of oranges that you throw the insides away, because the thought of eating them makes you want to puke.
They looked pretty fun, and tasted..... meh. But they did pack a punch.... and made people forget about Filipino vs. Philipino.
