January 24, 2007 § 8 Comments
Actual: 708.43$US (*pout*; I’d been aiming for 500$)
Satisfied attendees? Priceless.
January 7, 2007 § 22 Comments
Someone please shoot the semi truck driver that ran me over please? More later on the feast when my body recovers. Short version: feast a success. People want recipes. My staff made it work. I only went along for the ride with a master plan. Yay them. Off to go have a lie down again.
PS: G, you’re a mean man, trying to make me choose like that. I looked at it in the light, damn you. It’s nearly the same color as the alternative offer, just in solid form. Decisions, decisions. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
January 5, 2007 § 4 Comments
“Ok, you people! Sit tight, hold the fort and keep the home fires burning. And if we’re not back by dawn… call the president.” — Jack Burton, Big Trouble in Little China
January 4, 2007 § 11 Comments
Off to shop for the last ingredients. Stop. Lost major kitchen helper to illness. Stop. Heavy drinking to commence Saturday evening. Stop. If I don’t surface before next week I’m still drunk and need help. Stop.
9pm Update: lost 2 more experienced kitchen help to hospital stays. Two reliable grocery stores out of business. Meat I ordered was apparently ordered from a gentleman at Costco that was about to be fired. Ended up paying a good deal more for the beef than intended. I do believe this counts as festive now, folks. Roll with the punches. Hard liquor still sounds like a grand idea. Wish me luck.
10pm Update: Head table subtlties creator down for the count with a bum leg. Working on getting her stuff to the event. She says she may make her husband drive her anyway, despite them not going to the event for the day. Good lord. Here’s to hoping no one else has illness, accident, whatever. STAY HEALTHY, DAMMIT.
December 28, 2006 § 7 Comments
Today starts the “what the hell was I thinking saying I’d do this” moments of doubt. Ah yes. /sarcasm This is my favorite part of feast prep. Some day I’m going to get over this. I swear. *sigh*
December 28, 2006 § 2 Comments
November 19, 2006 § 2 Comments
You know your husband lubs you when he takes time on fight practice day to help you make the filling for 20 or more pies that he will likely only get to see, and possibly not eat. All the filling for the carrot pies is now in the freezer and awaiting baking. You haven’t lived until you’ve seen 24 pounds of cheese on your kitchen table. *drool*