carianna-in-wa
Well-known member
You all will not believe this story. But I swear it's true.
For Halloween I had planned a Bruschetta Bar dinner for another couple and their 2 kids plus another friend of my daughter's. I hemmed and hawed over what to serve, and in the end decided upon Canlis Island Salad (I posted the recipe earlier this week) and 2 different Bruschetta topings. I cooked a large London Broil and made 2 different "dollops" to top it: chipotle aioli and a horseradish mustard cream sauce. The other topping was a chicken apple salad with toasted pecans. To start the dinner I made a fabulous hot cheese dip served with blue corn tortilla chips.
So, I'm a little out of practice on cooking, what with life being what it has been lately... and I cooked all day so that I would have dinner ready promptly on time so we didn't cut into any valuable trick-or-treating time.
Everyone arrived at 5:45 and I had just taken the London Broil out of the oven to rest and the cheese dip was all ready to be dipped into. I announced that everyone should start on the dip and I would serve up the dinner in about 10 minutes.
The husband of the other couple looked at me and said, "But, we just ate."
I replied, "Ha, ha. Very funny, "D"."
He said, "No, seriously. We just had pizza at home. We're not hungry."
I stood there with my mouth open and then looked at the wife and said, "But, I invited you guys for dinner."
She said, "Oh. Well, I thought you said you were serving bruschetta... you know, tomatoes on toast? I didn't think that would be enough for everyone so we ate before we came."
Who ARE these people? Were they raised by wolves?
Anyway. My family ate, and the friend they brought with them ate too. I'm more flabbergasted than angry... but it will be quite some time before I find myself slaving over a hot stove all day for that family.
note: post edited to protect the names of the socially clueless.
For Halloween I had planned a Bruschetta Bar dinner for another couple and their 2 kids plus another friend of my daughter's. I hemmed and hawed over what to serve, and in the end decided upon Canlis Island Salad (I posted the recipe earlier this week) and 2 different Bruschetta topings. I cooked a large London Broil and made 2 different "dollops" to top it: chipotle aioli and a horseradish mustard cream sauce. The other topping was a chicken apple salad with toasted pecans. To start the dinner I made a fabulous hot cheese dip served with blue corn tortilla chips.
So, I'm a little out of practice on cooking, what with life being what it has been lately... and I cooked all day so that I would have dinner ready promptly on time so we didn't cut into any valuable trick-or-treating time.
Everyone arrived at 5:45 and I had just taken the London Broil out of the oven to rest and the cheese dip was all ready to be dipped into. I announced that everyone should start on the dip and I would serve up the dinner in about 10 minutes.
The husband of the other couple looked at me and said, "But, we just ate."
I replied, "Ha, ha. Very funny, "D"."
He said, "No, seriously. We just had pizza at home. We're not hungry."
I stood there with my mouth open and then looked at the wife and said, "But, I invited you guys for dinner."
She said, "Oh. Well, I thought you said you were serving bruschetta... you know, tomatoes on toast? I didn't think that would be enough for everyone so we ate before we came."
Who ARE these people? Were they raised by wolves?
Anyway. My family ate, and the friend they brought with them ate too. I'm more flabbergasted than angry... but it will be quite some time before I find myself slaving over a hot stove all day for that family.
note: post edited to protect the names of the socially clueless.