Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday, weekly Sunday hops where writers share 8–10 sentences from a book or WIP. This week’s snippet comes a bit after last week’s, as Igor has just arrived at his birthday party. Now the host family’s servants are bringing out the food.
Mrs. Oswald is the cook, Mr. Rhodes is the butler (whom some of you might remember from previous posts), and Mrs. Samson is the maid. Draniki are potato pancakes, and Olivier salad is a mayo-based smorgasbord with cold meat like tongue or ham, potatoes, lettuce, caviar, olives, crayfish, capers, grouse, and aspic (gelled meat stock).
Mrs. Oswald, Mrs. Samson, and Mr. Rhodes bring out five types of cheese balls, deviled eggs, ten types of tea sandwiches, two large platters of lox, white chocolate chip and cranberry muffins, chocolate chip bread, an immense bowl of steaming apple cider with cinnamon sticks, seven large crystal bowls of mocktails, Olivier salad, draniki with sour cream and applesauce, pickled mushrooms, salmon cakes, hamburger pies, chicken potpies, watermelon salad, pistachio-encrusted tuna steaks, fruit salad with shredded coconut, cherry Jell-O molded into a butterfly shape, tomato cream soup, honey chocolate cake, cherry pies, and five large pans of no-bake fudge with chopped-up candybar pieces.
Just when it seems as though the feast is complete, Katrin’s servants lug out the goodies from the bakery—baklava, peanut butter balls, chocolate chip biscotti, M&M brownies, blueberry scones, cupcakes with strawberry icing, and, very best and last of all, the birthday cake. It’s a five-layer triple chocolate cake with raspberry icing, strawberry jam filling, and crystallized flowers all along the outside.
During the meal, Igor has a seat between Ilya and Zoya. Violetta is somewhat further away, between Luiza and Bogdana. Though Igor wishes he could sit next to Violetta and talk to her, he dares not give his infatuation away in front of all these people, some of whom include his new NYU friends. The other guys would doubtless deride him as laughably unmanly if they knew he’s so goofy over a woman he barely just met. Tomorrow, at the Metropolitan, he’ll have plenty of time alone with her, and be able to better gauge her feelings.