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Mar. 31st, 2004 07:24 pmMy spider has been doing strange disappearing acts lately, but she appears to be back again.
But to the post at hand, already.
Tom and Rachel had us over for dinner last night. Tom made yogurt-covered lamb bits on rice, which, however I just made that sound, was actually really tasty.
We got there and Rachel let us in. Tom was standing over the stove stirring. And what's the first thing I say? "Dude, you're on fire." But you know, he -was-. Tom had been using a dish towel as a potholder and I had been watching it carefully, remembering how often my mother used to set things on fire doing the same thing. ("Mom, don't use the bottom of your shirt as a potholder!" "Nothing's going to hap--oh shit, I'm on fire!" "Told you so.")
The beer that Jeff brought was the same sort of from Mars that I got for my housewarming party because I liked the name. It's still sitting in my fridge because I always forget to have a drink when I get home from work.
I am impressed by Tom's culinary wherewithall. If presented with a phantom puree in a recipe, I would probably give up and order pizza.
As a further digression, Rachel and Tom are the cutest couple I've ever seen. Honestly.
Anyway, the moral of this whole convoluted mess is that dinner was fabulous, there was ice cream, and I had a fantastic time.
Oh yes, and everyone watch out for Jeff tomorrow, because it's April fool's day, and I'm sure he has something sneaky planned.
But to the post at hand, already.
Tom and Rachel had us over for dinner last night. Tom made yogurt-covered lamb bits on rice, which, however I just made that sound, was actually really tasty.
We got there and Rachel let us in. Tom was standing over the stove stirring. And what's the first thing I say? "Dude, you're on fire." But you know, he -was-. Tom had been using a dish towel as a potholder and I had been watching it carefully, remembering how often my mother used to set things on fire doing the same thing. ("Mom, don't use the bottom of your shirt as a potholder!" "Nothing's going to hap--oh shit, I'm on fire!" "Told you so.")
The beer that Jeff brought was the same sort of from Mars that I got for my housewarming party because I liked the name. It's still sitting in my fridge because I always forget to have a drink when I get home from work.
I am impressed by Tom's culinary wherewithall. If presented with a phantom puree in a recipe, I would probably give up and order pizza.
As a further digression, Rachel and Tom are the cutest couple I've ever seen. Honestly.
Anyway, the moral of this whole convoluted mess is that dinner was fabulous, there was ice cream, and I had a fantastic time.
Oh yes, and everyone watch out for Jeff tomorrow, because it's April fool's day, and I'm sure he has something sneaky planned.
