We went international

I’m going to put the nanny phenomena aside for now because I wanted to write about the night Chuck just had at church. The activities committee planned an international food night and asked anyone who wanted to put together a table with food from a different country. Chuck was asked to make things from France, of course. We had such a hard time thinking of what to make because French food is designed for small intimate groups where you eat for a long time and talk a lot in between courses so you can digest enough food to have room for delicious desserts. How on Earth were we going to make something to feed 100+ that would easily go into a small sampler cup?

Chuck finally decided on a pasta dish with creme fraiche, bacon, mushrooms and onion and garlic. It’s so good. He also made a tomato and cucumber salad and had cantaloupe with Bayonne ham. I made the dessert which was so fattening I think I gained 12 pounds just mixing the batter. It’s a pound cake that has almost as much butter as flour! The icing is melted chocolate and creme fraiche. Super high in calories but it was divine!

One of the tables was from El Salvador and they made these patties from scratch that were like a pita but inside was refried beans. You top the fried ‘pita’ with something that looked like red cabbage but was sweet and then put a red sauce on top of it and eat it like a taco. I thought my mouth was going to singe off my face but it was really good. Almost better than Chuck’s, not quite, but almost.

I think my favorite part of the evening was when my friend Arianna put me behind the wheel of a car she’s borrowing from a friend. It’s gorgeous and man, does it have scoot. It’s a Mercedes and I couldn’t wait to feel the wind in my hair in that baby but when she handed me the keys I thought it was Christmas, come early! I slammed on that accelerator and felt the rush of power and decided that Chuck is going to have to make enough money for me to have one because that was AWESOME!

I got to drive a convertible, Chuck got to have more than a hundred people tell him how fabulous a cook he is and the kids got to beat on a pinata.

All in all I think everyone has gone to bed happy. I’d be happier still if my house would magically clean itself while I sleep. I have 25 people coming over tomorrow for a barbecue in David’s honor. It’s his first birthday. I can’t believe it’s here already. One year old and he’s still my little baby who’s feet I love to munch on.

Crap, I was so determined not to get all mushy and write crap like that. Everybody writes mushy stuff when it’s their kids’ birthday and I was hoping I’d do it different but apparently I can’t fight the machine.