More recently I stumbled upon an oddly appealing Swedish party dish called Smorgastorta or sandwich cake. I started day dreaming and planning once again, this version of the bread enclosed convenience food upgraded from the Dagwood. The torta has all the necessary ingredients for inclusion in my mental recipe book: the exhaustive list of ingredients, layers of creamy texture awash in sauce- sour cream, crème fraiche, butter, and cream cheese, the briny flavors of the sea swaddled next to the porcine and celebratory gusto in the form of tomato radish roses, salami cornucopias piped with mayonnaise rosettes and olive accents. As one would imagine, sandwich cakes are concocted to impress, feed and subdue a decent sized crowd of 25 or so. Unsure if I would be able to find a crew with appetites capable of taking on the Granddaddy of Them All, the vision had to be banked…until now. Now I am three months into a food blog with a self proclaimed moniker than challenges me to “beautifully fill out”… literally and metaphorically. Besides I have two special guests with whom I can grandly celebrate time with, my Mother and my Father. This big party of three will chase down and conquer the toothsome torta. We will mark and honor the dreams and passions that thread through a life and then, when the time is right- take flight. Tonight we Smorgastorta!
Prepare the cake one day before it will be eaten to ensure the flavors and textures will come together, but dream about it for at least a few years to imagine the most winning combination of ingredients to claim top notch satisfaction. Remember, this is quite simply a big sandwich with a lot of fanfare that comes from height, girth, vegetables posing as flowers and the meeting of exotic fillings. While the derivative of this particular cake is Swedish, there is no reason why one should not stake any other country and its' foods as inspiration. However, since I do have a great affinity for the full flavored food of this country I stuck with their tradition. For my small party I chose a heart form which appeared to be able to adequately feed 6 moderate appetites. I decided upon pumpernickle for taste not to mention the fetching visual contrast with the creamy fillings. The interior layers went like this:
(Bread base) Liverwurst, horseradish and Jarlsburg cheese
(Bread) Mayonnaise, sliced hard boiled eggs, chopped pickles
(Bread) Shrimp salad made with chopped shrimp, mayonnaise, dill and chopped seedless cucumber
(Bread cap) Frost with sour cream and feather sides with dill. Garnish
As it turned out Smorgastorta which I initially thought was my own idiosyncratic curiosity appealed to many others. It seemed to be a kind of beacon that alerted others that a "good time was about to be had". I think that saying and hearing that word bounce around a few times primes the pump for pleasant feelings.