Tag Archives: dinner


19 Mar

Sirskatesalot’s family is Irish, so yesterday was a day for celebration…and they were here with us.  We celebrated at a dueling piano bar Saturday night with friends and a ridiculous crowd who thought they were Irish because they could drink and yell “Whoo Hoo!” at the top of their lungs every few seconds.  This was both entertaining and exhausting at the same time.  For St. Patrick’s Day, I have only made green pancakes and green cupcakes, so I needed Mscooksalot to help me with a dinner menu.  I was stuck on potatoes.  Let’s all admit it, the Irish are great with beer and probably some other stuff…no, not bagpipes…nope, not kilts…but definitely no other delicious food comes to mind.  Ack, Shepherd’s Pie.  Gross.

With Mscooksalot’s guidance, I made roasted potato leek soup with arugula, grilled cheese with Irish sharp cheddar and rye bread, and a green salad.  YUM!  Princessenpointe completed the green festa with grasshopper brownies…not Irish, but definitely green.  After a sunset beach walk, we enjoyed our green dinner, toasted, listened to the Celtic station on Pandora, and even discussed the IRA thanks to Princelighningbolt’s MUN education.  A true St. Patty’s Day evening with an Irish crowd.  I even smashed my big, glass salad bowl while doing the dishes…is throwing plates an Irish tradition?  I think it is not, but it seemed to make our green evening end on a funny note.

I hope to plan more evening dinners around a theme.  Imagine the possibilities!  Tomorrow is Bruce Willis’s birthday…I’m thinking of  a Die Hard dinner theme…any ideas?


30 Jan

“A friend in need is a fucking nuisance!”  I stumbled upon this quote today and realized I am a fucking nuisance.  Clarity is painful.  My friends are amazing.  They call, they come hang out with me while I sit on the couch, they bring my entire family delicious meals, grocery shop for me (even big Costco trips!).  One friend’s daughter is even walking our pooches (one of whom weighs in at 110 pounds).

When my friends are in need, I try to help.  I want to help.  I think life can be very trying and difficult at times and no girlfriend should have to deal with it all by herself.  That being said, I was quite reluctant to allow all this love and care for me while I am Peg Leg Jenn.  It feels kind of uncomfortable at first to have people going out of their way and fussing over me.

However, now that we are nearing week two of dinners, dog walking and spoiling with treats, I think I am kind of settling into my roll as a fucking nuisance.  I am not feeling quite as guilty about all the attention and the hard work my friends are putting into making extra meals and delivering them.  My kids have started asking not, “What’s for dinner?” but, “Who is bringing dinner?”  We have been spoiled with homemade soups, calzones, chili and even “Knock You Naked” brownies.  I did not make up the name, but they really are that good.  You should see my naked family…

I am one lucky fucking nuisance to have such caring friends and I am surprised by how easy it has been for me to settle into the role of taker.  Getting lazier by the day and caring less about lots of busy, trivial stuff too.  A silver lining?  Ask my exhausted friends.


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