Lisa, Geoff, and Frankie arrived on Friday night for our annual fall get-together (a spin-off of our annual January get-together known as "The First Weekend in January Lauren, Lisa, and Geoff Get Together and Hash Out Life").
The key components to these weekends are: 1) Food, 2) Drink and 3) Talk. Everything else is supplementary.
When we had had enough sunshine, we dropped Geoff off to watch football while Lisa and I did a bit of Halloween shopping. We returned weary and worn and ready for our margarita master to go to work. Go to work he did, and happy he made us.
We began our togethering with a brilliant bottle of wine, and within five minutes of their arrival had jumped into conversation the depths of which can not be re-constructed here. Eventually we made our way to bed.
The next morning we woke ourselves up with coffee and my special multi-grain pancakes with mixed berry compote. We indulged in the laziness of a morning together, but eventually got ourselves cleaned up and ready for public consumption. We ventured downtown for lunch and a walk, including our annual picture on the steps of old main.
When we had had enough sunshine, we dropped Geoff off to watch football while Lisa and I did a bit of Halloween shopping. We returned weary and worn and ready for our margarita master to go to work. Go to work he did, and happy he made us. We then leisurely began our evening of food preparation (though in a heightened state of banging-around thanks to the power of the tequila we had ingested--we don't call him the margarita master for nothin'...)
I took on the orange and balsamic glazed chicken while Geoff commandeered the mushroom risotto.
By the end of our efforts, even Frankie wanted in on the action.
We merrily ate with expressions of awe and rapture, while consuming another bottle of deliciousness. We are spoiled.
The culminating event of the evening, however, was the dessert to end all desserts. We first encountered this cake at a restaurant in Queens during our January gathering earlier this year, and scoured the internet to find the recipe. Involving puree of dates (which sounds questionable but makes for an intriguing texture and taste) and a sauce that is beyond this world, this cake has been dubbed "Little Baby Jesus Cake" by the restaurant we found it in due to an expression one might make when taking one's first bite. I cannot bring myself to be so glib, so I simply refer to it as THE CAKE. THE CAKE was good.
I took on the orange and balsamic glazed chicken while Geoff commandeered the mushroom risotto.
By the end of our efforts, even Frankie wanted in on the action.
We merrily ate with expressions of awe and rapture, while consuming another bottle of deliciousness. We are spoiled.
The culminating event of the evening, however, was the dessert to end all desserts. We first encountered this cake at a restaurant in Queens during our January gathering earlier this year, and scoured the internet to find the recipe. Involving puree of dates (which sounds questionable but makes for an intriguing texture and taste) and a sauce that is beyond this world, this cake has been dubbed "Little Baby Jesus Cake" by the restaurant we found it in due to an expression one might make when taking one's first bite. I cannot bring myself to be so glib, so I simply refer to it as THE CAKE. THE CAKE was good.
We finished off our weekend with church on Sunday morning, lunch, and fitting in all of the topics of conversation we hadn't had time for. We luxuriated in the luxuriousness of being together. Then, when we couldn't put it off any longer, we sadly packed the car and said our good-byes.
Happily, there is not much distance between late October and the first weekend in January!
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