Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Last night I hosted the book club gals at my place. The book up for discussion was Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons, a book about, well, women in a book club who like to eat. It was an easy, breezy read, chick-lit at its finest. One character in the novel named Audrey is basically a PG-13 version of Sex and the City's Samantha - a sexaholic (who turns into a pastor at the end, but that's another discussion). In the book, Audrey picks a book about sex for the book club to read and during the book club meeting sets out appetizers with a theme to match.
When I was planning my own book club menu, how could I resist? I grabbed the nearest jar of baby pickles, smeared them with cream cheese, wrapped them in ham, and stuck a couple olives on the toothpick for good measure. And yes, in case you were wondering, my husband helped. "I don't know, do you think they're penis-y enough?" I asked. He reassured me that yes, they were plenty penis-y.
If you haven't had these li'l buggers, they're darn tasty. Skip the toothpicks and olives and just make the cream-cheese-and-ham-wrapped pickles for your upcoming Super Bowl party. If you don't tell anyone, you'll probably be the only one with a case of the giggles as everyone else is munching.
Posted by Rhubarb and Venison at 9:54 PM