Let’s Don’t and Say We Did

Jan 11, 2016 by

Let’s Don’t and Say We Did

The first week of the new year is just about over and the fail safe greeting of “Happy New Year” is soon to be unacceptable.  Yep, it’ll be back to the stale, generic “Hello” or in our area, “How have you been?”.  I’ve packed away the Christmas decorations and again, I understand why my Mother’s tree got smaller and smaller.  I’m seeing the attributes of a table-top tree.  And then, there was New Year’s Eve……… Denny and I decided to “stay in” on what we call amateur night.  You know the night where people who never go out during the rest of the year, except for Valentine’s Day, and get gussied up to be in a room full of people they don’t know in a place that has jacked up the prices of Sysco food……..and get that complementary glass of

A watch for a napkin ring and that's a picture of me on the jackrabbit for a place card.

A watch for a napkin ring and that’s a picture of me on the jackrabbit for a place card.

champagne.  Not that we didn’t have invitations to join  others in the festivities, we’re not total losers.  No, the idea was to stay in, have a wonderful dinner, maybe really throw caution to the wind and buy a move on the Apple box and ring in the new year with Mitch, the dog.  I’ll try and summarize it.  First of all, going to HEB for the NYE menu reminded me of seeing people on television frantically stocking up on supplies before a hurricane hits.  It was like a dash for cash.  People had these wild looks in their eyes like the apocalypse was coming.  I remained calm, took my time, got the simple ingredients for the filets, Bernaise, asparagus, fanned potatoes, and the Haagen Dazs for the Frangelica freezes.  I also picked up a couple of bottles of champagne — one good one for that night and another to mix with orange juice the next morning.  We have a leisurely afternoon and make overtures to “get dressed” for the evening……hey, just because we’re staying in ……..

Fanning the potatoes

Fanning the potatoes

We have cocktails, Dennis has his usual Rebecca Creek and coke and I have a margarita made with fresh lime juice that I squeezed earlier.  Actually, I made enough margaritas for both of us and wound up drinking all of them since Dennis had RC & C.  All the while, I am blanching asparagus, fanning the potatoes (thank goodness at the beginning of the evening because it requires surgical ability) and start putting the fresh shrimp cocktail together.  I’m having another margarita and debate whether to bring out the sterling flatware so I can use the cute little cocktail forks.  I’m starting to get a little warm so I shed the cashmere sweater and at the same time decide to go back to the safe and get the Francis, the First, sterling.  I slice the lemons for the shrimp and all of a sudden, the time is passing.

Mitch is begging for cashews and Denny is into the game.

Mitch is begging for cashews and Denny is into the game.

Denny starts asking if the oven is even turned on.  I remind him, while I’m sipping my Margarita, that we have to pace ourselves and make it to midnight.  At this point, I’ve dropped the rolls and use the 5 second rule—–expecially since Denny has not seen this and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.  Besides, the maid came that day.  I notice the neighbors are popping fireworks and realize I’ve just burned the rolls because I turned the broiler on instead of the bake.  Oh well, I’ll just butter and turn them upside down.  About this time D is having another RC & C and gives me a hug and says “Merry Christmas”.  I’m getting really hot and start opening doors.  The kitchen is starting to look like Katrina blew through and I decide to sit down and take a break and really enjoy a margarita.  I look out and see the city cops are chatting with the neighbors

Pinch hit cocktail sauce---old family recipe.

Pinch hit cocktail sauce—old family recipe.

and hope they don’t think we snitched on them—–that would not promote good will with the neighbors.  Besides, we were enjoying the floor show.  I light the second round of tea lights as the first ones have burned out.  Did I tell you I decorated the table with anything that had a time theme—-old watches, kitchen timers, etc.  It was really fun and by this time in the evening, I’m thinking it was very clever.  I should take a picture….where the heck is my phone?  The clock says nine o’clock.  I realize there’s no way I’m going to make it to midnight, I just hope to get through dinner  and why is it getting so cold?  Oh, the doors….maybe we should close them.  I put my sweater back on.  I make an executive decision to scratch the Bernaise sauce and just serve catsup…….out of the bottle.  I have a lull in between my cooking duties.  Dennis is watching some football game (and decided gussying up wasn’t necessary) and I check

Note Denny's grade school picture

Note Denny’s grade school picture

Facebook……boy, what a night.  Never mind, just stick to the course.  We sit down for dinner and sip champagne.  I make the Frangelico freezes and look at the clock.  Only fifteen more minutes till midnight…………in New York.  Dinner is pronounced over and screw central standard time-we’ve see the ball drop in New York City and that’s good enough for us.  Kiss, kiss, nighty night.  As I’m brushing my teeth with my new smart, black toothbrush, I’m thinking that New Year’s Day party at a friend’s house may come a little earlier than I’d like.  Fast forward to next morning.  I’m really tossing my cookies and thinking maybe the tequila, champagne, and Frangelica weren’t such a good idea.    I crawl back to bed and am so thankful the party is an all day open house and we won’t go till 4pm.  At 3pm, I feel as if I surely have lost ten pounds (remember the line in The Devil Wears Prada, “I’m only one stomach flue away from my goal weight”?) and tell Denny there is no way I can rally.  About 5pm, I feebly walk to the kitchen and I don’t know if you remember the commercial where the Mom has been sick, probably with flu, and stumbles to the kitchen where her hubby and kids are

Notice rolls turned upside down

Notice rolls turned upside down

standing in a kitchen that looks like they dropped a bomb in.  They cheerfully ask her if she is feeling better and as she looks around the devastation, and weakly replies,  “Well, I was…..”  That was me.  Until I rounded the corner going into the kitchen, I was feeling better.  I pivoted and went back to the comfort of a bed and Northland Cable and my go to, make me feel better elixir—a coke float made with Haagen Dazs vanilla and a maine root mexicane cola………..As Scarlet O’Hara said, “I’ll think about that, tomorrow.” *

My favorite part of the meal

My favorite part of the meal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

* Really more like, “Frankly, my dear……….I don’t give a damn.”

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