Marlee is in surgery this morning. I’m waiting to here how it went.
I don’t think this weekend was what anyone expected it to be. It did have its good moments though.
It’s hard when your best friends are going through a rough patch. It’s hard for me not to get emotionally involved in it and want to fix it. As much as I try to not let it affect me, it does, because I love them.
I can not even count how many times I lost this weekend.
Saturday we went to Bosa to buy all the missing ingredients for our Fathers Day extravaganza. I will let you guess how much HALF of the ingredients cost. Nope, Nope, Nope. $100. This is because I am ridiculous and want to believe that I am actually the head chef at some fancy restaurant and feel the need to prepare way too much fabulous food then is really needed. I knew this going in but because it was the first time I was having my parents over I felt the need to blow their socks off. I might have achieved that, but in my head I didn’t. My head is a strange place.
That afternoon we cleaned. We cleaned all the stuff we still hadn’t cleaned from the camping trip. The clothes were washed. The kitchen was re arraigned. The picture Pat took was printed and hung in its rightful spot.
I then may or many not have had a slight emotion breakdown from thinking too much about all that was going on.
Marlee was gracious enough to come over and Fish Tail my hair even though she was unable to come out with us for dinner. I love Fish Tails.
The boys met us at the apartment and we took the train down to Memphis Blues where we met Ryan and Elise. We ‘pigged out’ on pork. It was fabulous. We barely had enough food to fill us all up on.
Once the meat sweats set in we awkwardly packed into Elise’s car and drove down to Toby’s for some drinks. Because we got to Memphis Blues early to beat the rush it was only 7 by the time we got to Toby’s. Yea, people usually don’t show up that early to start drinking. Luckily this allowed us to get a giant table right beside the pool table.
The boys chose different pitchers of beer and the girls mulled over how the Mojitos tasted like basil. Considering they were our first Mojitos we didn’t know what to expect.
There was pool playing and blackberry wikipedia searching, penny bouncing and hockey playing, jackass watching and paisley corduroy shirt envying.
Then ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ came on and we knew it was our key to leave. 5 hours in a bar, not bad. I’d go back again.
Sunday the weather played tricks on us. We got up early and started our day and began to prepare all the food we needed for that night. The marinade for the Pork Fillets was interesting. It was the first time we were trying this recipe. Chad was very worried about it. I guess its not smart to try out a new recipe on guests the first time they are invited over, especially on your main dish. Oh well, I had faith.
Francesca, Elise, & Ryan came over in the afternoon. The boys watched golf and the girls when and got manicures and pedicures. Now that I know Pure Nail Bar is across the street from me and their prices are very reasonable I am pretty sure I will be going there quite a bit. We got to sit in comfy white couches and watch episodes of Friends while we had our nails done. Best idea ever.
Back home I finished preparing everything for dinner. The parentals and brother came over and we ate.
Appetizer – Although Chad slightly burned the roasted garlic it still tasted amazing and I was pleased with it.
Main – So the marinade had a lot of crazy things in it, and there was a part of me that was actually disappointed with the taste, but after trying it again this morning I think with a little less orange zest and a little more charring on the BBQ and it would have been perfect. I am not so against trying this recipe again.
Salads – Well its hard to screw that up. They were both damn tasty.
Sides – The mushrooms didn’t turn out 100% as I was expecting but they were tasty and I know how to make them better the next time. The potatoes as well didn’t turn out 100% as I was expecting even though I’ve made them many times, but they were still very good.
Dessert – This blew Chad away, probably because he thought he had married Bobby Flay or something. It wasn’t so much about the contents as it was the presentation. I really should have taken a photo. Picture a large wooden tray with a bottle of chilled Grappa surrounded by shot glasses, a mound of perfectly frozen red grapes and pile of 4 different types of chocolate. The combination of the three was amazing. It made me look like I knew what I was doing.
Over all I guess it was a success even though I focused on the things that went wrong. I’m silly like that.
Now it’s Monday and we will see how the week plays out.
Pork Fest 09
