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Food in Wonderland

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved to read. When all her friends went out to play, she would sit in her room and read books that took her to a magical land. One day, the little girl's father got her a magazine to read. A children's magazine that had found its way to her from Russia. It was a new world, of places and people she never knew existed.

She turned the pages until she came to this little book hidden in the magazine. The book was called "Fantasy on Your Plates" and it taught her to make magic houses, and cats, and hedgehogs. That day, the little girl fell in love with food.

Many years passed. The little girl became an old girl. She still treasured her little book, remembered all its recipes. But somehow, in the many dishes she made, her little book remained untested, untried. As she roamed the blogsphere, she met another young girl who had fallen in love with the food magic. The young girl was on her way to wonderland for her birthday party and needed some more magic to get there. So the old girl took out her little book and made.....ah, well.........hmmmm...........nothing!

Indigo, if you are still reading this, this is what I was going to make for your party:



And here's the recipe. Hard-boil 3 eggs. Cut out a slice from the base to make eggs stand on the plate. Carefully scoop out the yolks and mix with a tbsp of mayonnaise, 1/2 tbsp mustard and a generous pinch of salt and pepper. Spoon the mix back in and flatten the top. Invert the eggs on a plate. Push cloves in to form eyes and mouth. Cut cheese into ear shapes. Then PANIC!!!! How do you stick the cheese ears to the eggs. I tried and tried and I couldn't. So I inverted the mice-in-progress and had deviled eggs for dinner.

If you figure out how, please, please tell me. I want to try at least one recipe from my little book.

Comments

notyet100 said…
wow,.ifelt i was readin enidblyton books the one with fairies,..elf,.i was addicted to them for queitalong time,,.and the food mentioned in the book always madde me drool,.just like ur post now,.cute an awesome,.
Biswajit said…
i HAVE to eat this.

to stick the mouse ears, make very thin slits on the mouse head n stick 'em in.
Unknown said…
Thanks notyet100. I had fun writing this as well.

Biswajit (!) - Already tried this. The ears did stick for about 2 seconds and then fell apart again
Sangeeth said…
great one. love fantasy stories and luved ur post mainly because it started like one....very creative...
Shreya said…
i have no solution to offer for your pb.. but they look great...
What cheese did you use to make the ears?
Try hard cheese. Cut it into tear drop shapes. Use a knife with a sharp tip (a tomato knife) and using the tip push into the hard boiled egg creating two small but deep slits. Poke the sharper part of the cheese tear drop into the slits and you have ears.
Else use carrot cut into flat tear drops but you will have orange eared mice!:D
Bharti said…
Cute post! The eggs look adorable, I can't think beyond making slits and sticking the cheese in. Sorry!
Unknown said…
Aparna, you are spot on! I did use a not-too-hard cheese because it was easy to cut. And I tried just now with hard cheddar and they did stick. I could have never guessed you cut them as teardrops and not the actual ear shape. Thanks a ton!
Glad to be of help, Simran.
Sunshinemom said…
I read the whole thing, and loved this post! These mice look cho chweet:)
wowy.. it was like down memory lane again.... and these are too cute...

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