Sunday is the New Saturday
Jan. 23rd, 2011 06:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teddy_radiatorYay! Games night with our Dominant friend and his wife, the lovely Kela. Every other Sunday we get together, cook each other meals and play board games. We've got to find some new ones. The ones we have are too familiar, and we know each other too well. We have lost the ability to shock each other. We all play a mean Scrabble, and we love Loaded Questions and Apples to Apples, but we always get them right because we are so familiar with each other.
We've been doing this since last January - it's the only New Year's resolution I've ever kept. I think because, familiar or not, we end up laughing so hard beer is coming out of our noses and at least once in the evening either Kela and I say something so dopey our men shake their heads in wonder at how they got saddled with such a couple of silly tarts.
Tonight's menu, Beef Stroganoff, with Beet, Walnut and Blue Cheese Salad, and Macaroon Cream Pie for dessert. Oh, and Mozzarella sticks for starters. I love those things.
LML is getting fast and loose. I just worked my way through my first 'constipation chapter'. It's the one that always feels like your trying to offload a brick, but once it goes, everything else just sort of slides out. Actually, by the time the Muse dragged me to bed and gave me a damn good seeing to, it was not one, but two chapters. Now I think we're getting somewhere.
About the best thing about having our friends over is the fact that the Hubs and I get off our fat arses and actually clean the house. His kids are coming to visit form the UK in about 4 weeks, and we need to get seriously busy readying the house for them. This sort of feels like the opening ceremonies. The Hubs has promised to make me a proper writing area once the kids leave, complete with writing desk, a place for all my treasures and inspirational items, and my lappy. There will go Sempra's poster, Mimi's drawing, her calendar, my tarot cards, my gemstones and my music. Cool beans.
I feel pretty good about this menu - not like the beautiful fish pie I made, then dropped as it was coming out of the oven. Kela grabbed a spatula and scooped the mess up into the pan and we ate it anyway. I was mortified. Kela and Bri are gourmets; we're just cooks. I get a little intimidated.
We've been doing this since last January - it's the only New Year's resolution I've ever kept. I think because, familiar or not, we end up laughing so hard beer is coming out of our noses and at least once in the evening either Kela and I say something so dopey our men shake their heads in wonder at how they got saddled with such a couple of silly tarts.
Tonight's menu, Beef Stroganoff, with Beet, Walnut and Blue Cheese Salad, and Macaroon Cream Pie for dessert. Oh, and Mozzarella sticks for starters. I love those things.
LML is getting fast and loose. I just worked my way through my first 'constipation chapter'. It's the one that always feels like your trying to offload a brick, but once it goes, everything else just sort of slides out. Actually, by the time the Muse dragged me to bed and gave me a damn good seeing to, it was not one, but two chapters. Now I think we're getting somewhere.
About the best thing about having our friends over is the fact that the Hubs and I get off our fat arses and actually clean the house. His kids are coming to visit form the UK in about 4 weeks, and we need to get seriously busy readying the house for them. This sort of feels like the opening ceremonies. The Hubs has promised to make me a proper writing area once the kids leave, complete with writing desk, a place for all my treasures and inspirational items, and my lappy. There will go Sempra's poster, Mimi's drawing, her calendar, my tarot cards, my gemstones and my music. Cool beans.
I feel pretty good about this menu - not like the beautiful fish pie I made, then dropped as it was coming out of the oven. Kela grabbed a spatula and scooped the mess up into the pan and we ate it anyway. I was mortified. Kela and Bri are gourmets; we're just cooks. I get a little intimidated.
