it's been a long week of school...just now i feel as though i have a chance to sit down and say hello...
though it's probably because i'm supposed to be cleaning the house roasting a chicken preparing fettucine alfredo cucumber salad green beans a green salad garlic bread and a homemade italian plum tart...but first i have to pick the plums...
all by 4 pm today (the duke invited the granparental unit for dinner)
instead i am here...writing to you...finally...so, in a way, avoidance is a great motivator...
so we went to the store this morning...and of course i slept in and rolled out of bed and did little other than put on different clothes than the ones i slept in and said "oh heck this once i'll just head out...i never run into anyone i know anyway"
see, you shouldn't even *think* things like that...because then it's a given you will run into everyone you know AND their freakin' dressed to the nines reality show ready sister...
first i run into the only actual friend i have out here...which wasn't bad at all...we chatted...and our chat was just long enough for the lord of the ring to be unsupervised at the olive bar...
good lord that man and his fussy little plastic containers of olives, tapenade, peppers, whatnot...it's like crack for the foodie those olive bars...though i'm sure crack is considerably cheaper...
and it wasn't just the olives...because the olives are next to the breads...we needed a good loaf for our dinner tonight, but of course we can't just have one loaf because that will be eaten at dinner and then what will we make croutons out of later?...
indeed.
i am soooooooo thankful they moved the cheeses to the other side of that section of the store or i'd have to hock a boybarian just to get out of there!
though i must dislose the fact that the wine aisle is right next to the olive bar so i am not entirely inculpable (it's a word...i looked it up) in that respect...
of course then i proceed to run into two mothers from wingman's school...i don't have a clue who any of the parents are or what they look like because there aren't any social functions or gathering spots at pickup or drop off or anything like that...
can i just say THANK GOD!
sure, he's invited to all the birthday parties where the other parents are but i don't go...that's what i have the lord of the ring for...
anyhow, so the only way i knew the first one was a parent from wingman's school is there was a cart full of giggling girls calling his name...then she says
"oh we saw wingman, hi wingman...hi, i'm so and so's mom...so and so and so and so's friend here are in his class at school"
"oh. hi. my aren't you thin and pretty and dressed really nicely for having a baby on your hip and two kids in your cart one of which isn't even yours...is that perfume i smell?"
okay, so i didn't say that but boy if life was like the comics and you had that bubble over your head...
anyhow, so wingman gets that affected look on his face like, yeah, what ladies?...what's all the fuss?
he's not what one might call *charming* at times...especially when there's being a fuss made over him...
good thing women are always chucking dignity and whatever else for the gruff rude types...he shouldn't have any trouble at all...
so then we get our lunch and head upstairs to eat it before wingman has to go to school (12:30-3:00)
we're eating lunch and i'm saying to wingman
"i remember so and so's name but what's the other girl's name that was with her?"
he tells me her name and we are chatting and all of a sudden i kid. you. not. there's another thin, pretty, well dressed woman AGAIN WITH A BABY ON HER HIP chatting me up...she comes to our table and is like
"hi, i couldn't help but overhear (sure you could lady because you're obviously nosy...it's a human trait you should just accept it and move on) but i'm so and so's friends mom...hi wingman!"
"oh. hi. oh, we just saw your daughter downstairs with so and so and her mom"
oh. you saw my daughter?...here?...just now?...she's on a playdate with so and so"
"yeah, here...i just saw them downstairs"
some playdate..i know! why don't you send your daughter to come on over to play and i'll throw her into the minivan with all my other kids and we'll go to the store and then i'll 5 point harness her into a huge uncomfortable cart while i shop for a million hours...FUN!
and that mom looked like it was definitely news to her that her child wasn't at so and so's house...
what i would do if i actually had a life i do not know.
x.
dinner tonight
roasted chicken
fettucine alfredo
green beans
cucumber salad
green salad
bread
plum tart with vanilla ice cream
i am stuffing the chicken with garlic and lemons and basting the outside with butter...the fettucine alfredo and cucumber salad were the duke's request...both are so easy and good...especially the fettucine alfredo which has to be a recipe from the gods...pasta, cream, butter, cheese, i mean really?...the green salad and bread will round it out...
the plum tart is made with italian plums which are ripe just this week...we picked some earlier in the week and i made up a batch of liqueur to steep for the next few months...i've never made an actual tart in an actual tart pan, so we'll see how it goes...the plums are halved and then arranged prettily on top...
p.s. i have three words...
lime. chipotle. butter.
good lord i made this to accompany red snapper earlier this week and i just about fainted from the deliciousness of it all...
p.p.s yes, i have noticed i'm getting all paula deen on you with the amount of butter i am employing in my cooking...but i assure you, it's not all that much and i promise to round it out with some barley or something...
there's barley in beer, right?
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