Fiesta! Feliz Cumpleaño Henry!

Buenos Aires – The fiesta has come and gone, and it was quite the experience. Not one I’m likely to repeat at any time in the near (or distant) future. It was, by turns, exciting and exhausting, and a strange mix of sedate and bizarre. We’d called the party for 8:00 figuring folks would start arriving around 9:00, standard Argentine style. Henry’s sister and family arrived early and mixed helping (his sister and niece), with demanding (nephew), and sitting staring at the wall (his brother-in-law). A couple of neighborhood friends (originally from California) arrived around 8:40 or so. The remaining 25 or so folks who showed up trickled in variously between about 9:30 and 3:15 in the morning. Only a few who came left to go elsewhere, for the most part, the party just kept growing. At 3:00, as about half the folks had left, one of Henry’s friends asked if I minded if he started making calls to try to get the party going again – I said yes, word of which spread quickly, and by 3:30 or so everyone had left. I’m just an ogre that way. Of course, three of the folks who left around then came back at, respectively 4:30, 6:00, and 9:00 in the morning, ringing the doorbell – having forgotten things or demanding a place to sleep since they’d come to the party from out of town (they couldn’t have asked in advance?) and had not made arrangements to get home. We piled two of them on one couch and let them figure it out.

By turns, the party was quiet, with folks hanging out talking and listening to music; and then ramped up to high gear for things like a drag show that three of the guests had decided they were going to stage (the bedroom was suddenly turned into a changing and makeup room, the living room had its tracklighting redirected to spotlight the “stage”). This involved appearances by local pop diva celebrity turned talk-show hostess Susanna Gimenez:

Susana Gimenez Lucas as Susanna Gimenez

Latin pop superstar Thalia:

Thalia Damian as Thalia

And, Valeria Lynch:

Valeria Lynch Tato as Valeria Lynch

At least in my circle of friends back in New York, lip-synched drag shows started disappearing in the early 80s and were absolutely verboten after the whole Millie-Vanillie fiasco. Nonetheless, the crowd loved it, and “Susanna” pulled guests up to the front to be her guests in our show. Been there, done that. Oh yes, saw the same show at the last friend’s birthday party last month…

Food you ask? Well, we kind of overdid it. Not intentionally, after all, nearly 50 people were expected given the responses we got from invitations and who was bringing whom. With only about 30 attendees, that left us with a whole lot of extra food. The several dozen small sandwiches of various coldcuts and cheeses were inhaled quickly, as were the five pizzas, a quart of olives, bowls full of strange puffed corn things that you can see in the pictures, most dyed in vivid colors, some sweet, some salty, chips and a quart of dip (sour cream with mushroom soup mix, a revelation for the locals who’d never heard of such a thing as dipping a papa frita into something… Americans do this?), 16 bottles of wine, half a dozen 2.25 liter bottles of sodas, and liters of water. And then we started serving the food. Plates of papas a la huancaina – a Peruvian dish I’ve mentioned before (the sauce is basically a puree of milk, saltines, reconstituted dry ají amarillos (yellow chilies), a creamy cheese (we used Port Salut), and salt) – we started with 10 kilos of potatoes, we had five potatoes leftover; and several dozens of homemade tamales by our friend Javier, plates of small pastries (2 kilos), a coconut cake that I’d made, and a banana, strawberry jello cake that his sister made. I’m not sure what all got dipped into the last minute hot sauce of pureed hot green chilies in oil, raw egg, and salt, but we went through nearly a pint of it. We never did get to the gallon or so of mixed seafood ceviche that we’d prepared along with the accompanying batatas and mandiocas – so we had friends over today for lunch to dig into that.

We also finished off about 7 of the 11 quarts of chicha morada that we ended up with (see yesterday) – a Peruvian soft drink made from maíz morado, a black-purple corn. The basic process of this – a dozen ears of this dried corn boiled in about fifteen quarts of water for an hour at a rapid boil which reduces the volume a bit. Let cool and steep overnight. Strain and add fresh lemon juice and sugar to taste – I think we used 9-10 lemons and about 3 cups of sugar in the end. Take a pint or so of the chicha and put it in a blender with all the loose corn kernels that have come off the cobs (I’d say we had about 2 cups of those), along with a couple of the lemon rinds – puree, then strain back into the main mixture for more intense flavor. It looks a little brownish in the photo, but it’s really a deep purple color.

The table, pre-partyThe table, pre-party
Ceviche and Papas a la HuancainaHenry blows out the candles on his cake

Chicha Morada

Since I made the cake, I’ll give you that recipe – it’s not mine originally, but something tried and true… In the “original,” or at least the way I got it, this version is baked in one large sheet pan, then split into three equal sized pieces and layered with the ganache frosting. I made a double batch in two sheetpans and just treated them each as a layer. Shredded coconut is near impossible to find here, I had to go to a natural foods store and buy small 100 gram packages of grated coconut, so the texture was a bit denser than usual.

Chocolate-Coconut Cake

4 large eggs
1½ cups sugar
4-1/3 cups unsweetened shredded coconut
10½ ounces bittersweet chocolate, finely chopped
3½ ounces white chocolate, finely chopped
1-2/3 cups heavy cream

Heat the oven to 350°F. Butter and flour the sheet pan – if you have parchment paper, line the pan as well, this cake is sticky! Over a double boiler, whisk together the eggs and sugar until warm to the touch and the sugar will basically have dissolved. Transfer the mixture to a mixer and beat at high speed until it’s roughly tripled in volume – 6-7 minutes. Fold in 3-2/3 cups of the coconut, reserving roughly 2/3 cup for later. Bake for 25 minutes, until the cake is lightly golden brown on top and a toothpick comes out clean from the center. Remove to a cooling rack. After 15 minutes or so, run a sharp knife around the edge and loosen, turn the cake out onto the cooling rack, and cool thoroughly.

Meanwhile, put the chopped chocolate into a large bowl. Heat the cream over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until it just start to simmer. Pour it over the chocolate, let it sit for a minute, and then whisk it all together until it is smooth. Cover the ganache, as this mixture is called, with plastic wrap and stick it in the refrigerator for at least 4 hours to get to a relatively firm spreading consistency.

Meanwhile, once again, toast the remaining coconut. Most folks sort of spread it out on a sheet pan and toast it in the oven. I tend to burn it that way. So I do it in a saucepan over medium heat, stirring pretty much continuously, until I get it toasted just the way I like it.

Split the cake into the three even sections, spread ganache filling on the base one, top it with the next, repeat, and then on the top layer, make sure to frost the sides as well. Scatter the toasted coconut all over the top and sides, and then put the whole thing back in the refrigerator, unless you’re going to serve it immediately (ganache has a tendency to soften and start to slide a little – Henry wanted the cake on display throughout the fiesta, so by the time we served it five hours later, it was a little soft and moist).

Essentially, this is a giant chocolate coated macaroon. Yummy!

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4 thoughts on “Fiesta! Feliz Cumpleaño Henry!

  1. […] Our first thought to celebrate our anniversary was to go out and have a quiet, romantic dinner somewhere. But we do that a lot. Our second thought was a cocktail party of sorts and invite every one we know here. We did that for his birthday back in December and it was just more work than either of us wanted to do for this special day. We had so much fun last weekend with our first asado that we decided we’d have another one. That meant limiting our invitations to six other folk, as we can only seat eight of us at the table, and meant, unfortunately, leaving out many good friends. If you are amongst them, please don’t take offense, it was hard for us to decide whom to invite to share this day with us. Rest assured we will have many more special days and hope to share them with the rest of you! […]

  2. […] You might remember maíz morada, or purple corn, from way back. We buy it by the bagful out in Liniers, in the Bolivian markets (same place we get things like the huacatay herb, the ají panca, and the large white corn for the garnish on the ceviche). A classic Peruvian dessert is mazamorra morada, a sort of thick purple corn and fruit soup. A little internet research shows about a zillion versions of this, and Henry kind of winged it based on what we could find. The corn is simmered in a stockpot of water for several hours along with the pieces of the skin of a pineapple, a quince, a couple of green apples, and some cloves. The liquid is strained off, then cooked down with a lot of the corn kernels removed from the cobs, the fruit of the quince, apple, and the pineapple diced up, along with some dried peaches and sugar. After they’re all nice and tender, it’s traditionally thickened with sweet potato flour – which, Henry forgot to ask me to get when I was out in Liniers. We used cornstarch, which works just fine, though thickens more. I tried to convince him not to use a heaping cup full of cornstarch, but he insisted. When it cooled, it turned into a rubbery mass that you couldn’t cut with a knife. Luckily, the dish is best served hot anyway, so with the addition of some more water and heat, it turned back into its proper consistency. A little cinnamon and grated unsweetened coconut (he was horrified by the latter – it not being traditional – but then liked the way it looked) are sprinkled over the top. […]

  3. […] Buenos Aires – Saturday was the big three-oh. Not for me. I barely remember mine. It was Henry’s turn (and he’s sensitive about, convinced life is nearly over, so don’t mention it…). Now anyone who’s been reading my blog for a long time will recall the travails of last year’s birthday bash. Let me just say, that Peruvian custom or not, Argentine custom or not, thirtieth birthday or not, I simply was not having another all night, pounding music party in the house. You want to have a party like that, find somewhere else to hold it. Interestingly, he’d already thought it through and decided that wasn’t the sort of celebration he wanted anyway – maybe 20 friends, a few of mine too, and an afternoon asado on the day after, Sunday. The asado turned into more of a cebichada – but we stuck with the afternoon theme – officially planning on a noon start, but knowing that most folks wouldn’t show until at least two or three in the afternoon. Amazingly, a few showed at noon. We weren’t remotely ready… for the fifty people the invitation list had grown to (of which only about thirty, thankfully, ended up coming). […]

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