June community dinner: vegetable spring rolls, coconut rice, garlic chicken peanut pasta, lime sorbet, wine, beer, friends and the occasional glass of milk to cut the heat. Apparently, I’m a fan of the spice.
What’s Yiddish for delicious? Because this gentile thoroughly enjoyed learning how to make latkes with the Wrights last night. Such a fun gathering of friends, great food, and of course with Adam (Salty Senor) — football.
The only downside of leaning over bubbling pans of frying food is you go home smelling like a McDonald’s employee. I woke up this morning, after having showered, and still felt like I smelled fried potatoes. It was coming from my laundry basket. Anyone else totally repulsed at smelling like food? I hate the stale coffee scent that sticks to your clothing in coffee shops too, which is why I keep a teeny bottle of Febreeze in my car. You laugh, but at least I admit to my neurotic behavior.
~Kelli, a Goya Berryer
My friends Meghann and Scott were in town this weekend to celebrate their son Roscoe’s first birthday. Any excuse I can get to spend with Meg’s family — the Brennans — I take. They are such a fun, down to earth group and there is always a cornucopia of food and booze.
Roscoe, in all of his cookie monster cake excitement, was also spoiled with gifts. Meg put together a beautiful collection of photos from the last year that she put to music on a DVD. It was a party-stopper. The rest of us brought silly things, like a Wee Wonderfuls fleece bunny:
This celebration was doubly special because Meg’s younger sister Katie is expecting her first babe with her hubby Henry. Their little girl — Eloise — will be here mid-March. The entire Irish clan has their green fingers crossed for a St. Patty’s day birth. Of course, being the pseudo-African in the room, I brought a little ethnic flare to celebrate the kid — a fleece and Mozambican capulana taggie blanket.
I know these blankets are worthwhile because the last one I gave away went to Katie, whose mother sent me the following photo as proof:
If I ever needed a spokesmodel, I think I just found the perfect babe.