The word nibbles makes me cringe. It reminds me of gatherings with my parents and at their friends houses, things on sticks, messy, too many small plates, glasses and (at that time) fags to juggle. As in a previous post, my preference is to throw a few things on the table when people in that have not taken an age to prepare.
The aim is to not make hard work of the ‘few things thrown on the table’ – do as little cooking as possible, keep creamy things to a minimum if you are like me otherwise there will be an unholy mess, concentrate on high flavour, low fuss – and nothing that requires last minute attention and everything must be easy to assemble.
- high quality crisps of course
- a plate of charcuterie, good olives and cheese
- stuffed peppadew peppers from a jar
- Nino’s Sicilian olives pepped up with cumin and chopped preserved lemon
- chicory leaves with crumbled olive-oil slicked toasted breadcrumbs and gorgonzola
- chick peas tossed in smoked paprika and olive oil and roasted
- old bread toasted and cut into squares with a smear of sobrasada (creamed chorizo)
- shop-bought rye bread cut into squares with horseradish, smoked salmon and dill leaf
- toasted naan bread cut into squares piled high with curried potato and pea
- rice paper wraps, dipped in hot water and wrapped around shop bought prawns and sliced lettuce and a dab of chilli sauce
- little cups made of tortilla wraps pressed into small bun cases and flashed in the oven to make them crispy then fill with halloumi, chopped tomato and basil
- bowls of cornichon
After all you want to have fun don’t you? Or would you rather be a slave to the kitchen? I have posted previously on ‘nibbles’ along the lines of Abigail’s party, and I guess someone might be doing mini yorkies with roast beef, or little quiches, or sausages, or crudite and dip. But that person won’t be me.