Friday, February 20
(Not my photo....)
Is it a sign that I am getting older when I make deviled eggs for a party? Seriously, what is up with that? I honestly had no idea where this thought came from. One minute I am looking in the fridge for inspiration and the next thing I know....shazam...I'm boiling eggs. The best or maybe worst part was that I had to call my mom (who is sun bathing in Florida while I'm freeze my &^% off here in Quebec) to get her recipe. Oh wait, I first looked in the cookbook she made for "the girls" one year as Christmas gifts. When I found the recipe it said to add a dash of this, a pinch of that and something to taste.... what does that mean? Lingo my peeps don't use. We say things like "can that be delivered"....or "what time will that be ready".... Isn't that sad? (A bit of an exaggeration, but you get it.)
Husband: "What are you going to make for the party?"
Me: "You know, I boiled some eggs and I'm thinking about making d. eggs."
Husband: "Are you kidding?"
He prepared a delectable venison medallions with herbed cheese sauce dish. So much cooler than mine.
To fill you in...the party was for my friend who turned 40 today. There were 4 of us planning this surprise shindig. 40th balloons strewn about, obnoxious confetti sprinkled on the the tables, friends from work and play gathered in the kitchen to shout Bonne Fete. She was surprised and very happy. The food was wonderful and my deviled eggs were gone in the first round. For the record, pate freaks me out and I have yet to go to a Q.C. party where it is absent from the fixens. Oh, and stinky cheese is a popular favorite here too. Locker room, dirty socks, B.O. stinky....and they devour it. They love it. I can not get past the smell. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the cultural differences, but that cheese stinks.
*Awkward moment of the night: I am carrying one of the four cakes into the room full of people, the other three were close behind me. (A birthday cake train.) In my best mid soprano singing voice (a little Marilyn Monroe huskiness for effect)... out comes "Happy Birthday to you...." while the other 20 people start to sing "Bonne Fete....."IN FRENCH. Ding , Ding, Ding....who let the Anglophone lead the pack?
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Sorry if I had gobs of spelling/grammatical errors...once again I'm in a hurry. Off to surprise her with something else. (I'll fill you in tomorrow night.) Have a great weekend.