Last night Ms. Heather and her husband, Mr. Tony, came for supper. They arrived in our snowy woods around 5:10 p.m. (Heather, as some of you may recall, is a blogging friend who lives down in the northern Lower Peninsula of Michigan. We enjoyed breakfast together in Grayling last June when I motored down south to visit my family in the Thumb. Her blog tells of “Our Adventures Up North” and features lovely photography. )
Gosh, did we enjoy our almost-three hours with these folks. Because my memory can be–how shall we say this?–less than accurate, I didn’t tell Barry anything about Ms. Heather except to show him photos on her blog and sketch in some broad facts. So he got to ask them all sorts of questions about themselves and I took notes this time. (I had a big notebook stashed under the table and scribbled notes…nah…you guys really mustn’t take literally half of what you read here, truly, because the Imagination sometimes likes to add details of what might have happened.)
The truth is: we ate Roasted Portobellos with Kale from the Whole Living Action Plan. As many of you recall, I started this detox program on Tuesday. Today is the 5th day for those of you not counting. Ms. Heather was given the option of choosing the menu which looked most appealing. She chose the portobellos stuffed with kale.
Thank goodness Barry was thinking! He shook his head and announced it didn’t sound like enough food. He would go to the store and buy salmon. I suggested the delicious grapefruit avocado salsa to add pizzazz. Oh, and how about some glazed carrots? (We then shared a family joke about glazed carrots we ate at Christmastime. Except neither one of us could remember the joke…)
I started thinking that it still looked like a rather lean meal so baked up a hearty batch of Cherry Date Oat Bars which are so decadent that I can’t eat them until after Week 1. (Your average eating citizen of the US would think the cherry date oat bars were the healthiest thing they’d seen in a week of Sundays.)
We proceeded to eat. And talk. And eat. And talk. Heather and I sipped tea.
Thank goodness we had as much food as we did! Goodness, people with un-shrunk stomachs eat a lot! (Just kiddin’, they probably ate a “normal” amount.) I, on the other hand, felt like a stuffed piglet and never even approached the salmon. Could only cheat and eat half a Cherry Date Oat Bar. (Shhh, don’t tell…it just felt right to join the company with a bit of dessert, don’t you agree? It would have been so impolite to ask for a third helping of kale.)
You would be able to see photos of our guests except–well, except I never once thought of taking out the camera and demanding them to pose. You would have seen photos of our dinner, as well, except–well, enough excuses.
We waved them on their way with hugs and handshakes and said to ourselves as they drove into the dark night, “What a nice couple. Didn’t we have fun?”
“But did we have enough food?” I anxiously inquired.
“It was perfect for our debut,” Barry replied. (We haven’t had people over to dinner in so long that we’ve forgotten how to entertain.)
Here are your questions. When is the last time you entertained? Do you like to have people over for dinner? Have you ever entertained a blogging friend? Does that sound fun?