4 June 2001
Last year: Truth to tell, I am feeling somewhat pensive.
Friday afternoon, Kris called me and suggested that, while our husbands were playing Ultimate Frisbee, we go out and get some dessert. Specifically, she wanted T.G.I. Friday's "Oreo Madness" dessert, but was willing to entertain other options, since the nearest T.G.I. Friday's is a good half-hour away, which is a little far to drive for just dessert.
Plans were considered and discarded. The boys' plans changed several times. Eventually, it was decided thusly: Kris and I would go out to dinner, and then when the boys had come home, showered, and changed, we would all go out for dessert together.
Naturally, things didn't go according to plan.
The boys didn't get home until fairly late, and then watched sports for quite some time before even deciding on what to have for their own dinner.
Kris and I started to ponder the possibilities for dessert - trying to stick to her requirement that the dessert must contain Oreos. Matt - trying to mock our indecision - said, "Or we could go to the Trellis!"
Matt forgets who he's dealing with sometimes.
Kris thought that was a fantastic idea, lack of Oreos notwithstanding. I called the Trellis, only to discover that they were closing in a mere fifteen minutes. Not enough time. So we decided to put off dessert until Saturday evening.
Saturday was Matt's office picnic. I'd promised to make a macaroni salad that Karen gave me the recipe for. I hate cold pasta, and I love this salad. I'd forgotten, however, to take into account the fact that Karen's recipe makes enough to feed, oh... Bolivia. Only half the salad would even fit into the container we took to the picnic, and less than half of that was eaten.
(Would anyone like some very wonderful macaroni salad?)
Because Matt and Elizabeth both work in the same office, Elizabeth and Jeremy were at the picnic. I spent most of the afternoon sitting to one side with them, trading quips about other people. I did at one point heartily wish I'd brought my camera, because Elizabeth leaned close to me and said,
"Is it just me, or does Joel's baby look like Yoda?"
I don't know Joel from Adam, but I looked around - and I didn't have to know who Joel was. The baby looked like Yoda. It wasn't green, and the ears weren't actually pointy, but other than that... Same huge eyes. Same wrinkled nose. Aside from the lack of points, the ears were Yoda's. Same wispy hair. I almost fell off the picnic bench laughing.
At any rate, I invited Jeremy and Elizabeth to join us for dessert, and they thought it sounded like fun. All four of us gave up the picnic ghost around 4, and Matt and I headed for home.
I took a nap (we'd left the picnic because I was about to stretch out on the spare table and nap there). I woke up around six-thirty, and we started making plans. Surely, if the six of us were going to go out for dessert, we should also go out for dinner!
We wound up at Red Lobster - Elizabeth's idea - where I'd never been before. Their cheese biscuits are, indeed, quite wonderful. I was less than excited about my chicken, but there's the hazard in ordering something that isn't really the restaurant's specialty.
And then we all trooped over to the Trellis for dessert.
Hoo-wow. I ordered what turned out to be the dessert version of a sampler platter. Four or so little petit-four-sized cakes, some strawberries, and a biscotti, all drizzled with an orange/peach sauce. YUM. I don't know what it is, but I love getting a lot of little things instead of one big thing. I practically hummed all the time I was eating. Braz will confirm that I did literally bounce.
It was rich and decadent and very, very good. We should do that more often. Dessert at the Trellis is really only a little more expensive than dessert anywhere else - between five and six dollars a person
Wired from the late sugar and chocolate rush, I went home and stayed up until nearly four in the morning writing a story for the Hall and talking to Ashby. (His character was also featured in the story, so I was pinging him for actions and reactions.)
Sunday was vastly lazier. We did the laundry, I screwed around in my sketchbook, I hung around online and talked to Jeff and Karen and (eventually) Ashby. Matt mowed the lawn, but I - I was a slug. And I wound up staying up unti 1:30 Halling again.
Coffee, anyone?
Word of the Day:
bucolic - pastoral, relating to shepherds or herdsmen; relating to rural life
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