Monday, October 11, 2010

sauced balls

Well, my dinner party went really well on Friday, except, of course, for the food.

My friend Carol complimented me on the artistic presentation of the salad (chose the salad vegetables more for their colors than their taste compatibility). And the meat balls, and sauce...well...I paid for taking advice from my mom.

First, things didn't taste exactly right because I didn't follow the cooking directions. Second, I learned not to dump the remains of a bottle of cab into spaghetti sauce cooling in the fridge because it doesn't get absorbed right. Third, I made too many meatballs and followed my mom's advice to put them in the sauce directly after frying them, and those little bastards sucked up all the sauce by the time my guests arrived (24 hours after I put them in the sauce). The final dinner was more like "off colored meat balls (from the wine) with a few tomato skins stuck to them" rather than being a sauce with some meat balls. Carol and Camile both said "I've never had sauce with such an...interesting flavor."

I'm going to try my sauce again, but not put meat balls in it. I wonder if I invite Carol and Camile over again, if they will come back.

The good news is I used three of my new pots.

And, we all had a great time. Even poor James, who's only 12. We hit it off after discovering a mutual admiration for Travis Pastrana. I accidentally said the F word a few times around him but Camile said it was okay and he promised not to say it (at least while his mom is around :)

It was a nice break from the emotional slog I've been going through trying to finish my book. Ech. I'm having nightmares about my ex-boyfriends (except for Mayo, whom I'm still friends with and who came by to see my on Friday on his way to Vermont).

I bet you thought this post was going to be about something more interesting, didn't you?

You'll forgive my lethargic writing because you know I wrote 12,000 words last week for my book, and I am currently in Ft. Worth with the flu but having to teach class. I am about to get into bed and take a double dose of nyquil even though it's only 6 PM because I feel like schmata but have to get up at 530 tomorrow morning to be to my class in time. Which I don't feel like teaching. I'd rather lay in bed coughing up a lung which is what I've been doing since Saturday. I think writing about my ex-boyfriends has made me sick. I'm usually impervious to every germ.

My sad little life...