On Christmas Day Andrew, Matthew, Maggie (the boys and #2's girlfriend), and I ate Christmas dinner at a rustic local restaurant, said dinner sponsored and prepared by the local commercial club. #2 and I had done this a couple years ago, and we all decided to do it again. (Actually I decided, but since I'm the cook, I'm also Boss Of The Meal).
The turkey qualified as mystery meat, but the rest was pretty good. And there was a plethora (thanks, I love to use "plethora") of homemade desserts.
Besides the eleventy-seven dozen cookies, many of which were so heavenly delicious I cannot possibly describe them, there was pie -- cherry, peach, pumpkin, blueberry, and perhaps one other I cannot remember.
Afterward we rolled ourselves out to the car.
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One of Smokey's and my traditions is to feed Andrew very, very well when he is home. He loves and appreciates good food and doesn't get a great deal of it when he at school. Of course, we do this out of sheer altruism. We get nothing for ourselves out of this deal. Nothing at all. We eat pb&j whilst #1 son gorges himself.
Well, maybe not.
Here is the note that greeted me when I got up this morning.
However, I decreed that those humongous New York strip steaks and the porterhouse were way too big to be paired with the lobster, and replaced them with some delightful little tenderloins instead. (The big steaks are being saved for tomorrow.)
Smokey had a very, very attentive audience while he ate.
No bit of edible lobster went to waste.
The post-dinner destruction:
There were no steak scraps for the dogs, but they did get to lick our plates. Enthusiastically. Cats, however, must be persuaded that lobster is yummy and that we are not plotting to poison them.
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Stay tuned -- tomorrow there may be actual knitting here!
Yum, lobster. It's the best delivery device for melted butter I can think of.
As far as cats are concerned, it's all a plot to kill them. Unless it's on the other side of the closed door and then it's the one thing they HAVE TO HAVE.
Posted by: Diane | 29 December 2009 at 07:58 AM
I'm hungry now.
Posted by: Chris | 29 December 2009 at 08:11 AM
Speaking of knitting, here's a clue from this morning's Washington Post crossword: "Little sweater" (four letters)
The answer is not vest.
Posted by: Jeff | 29 December 2009 at 09:22 AM
Ok, now Jeff has distracted me, and I'm going crazy because I can't think of the answer.
But I was going to say that I'm surprised that the cats were suspicious of the lobster, would have expected them to be all over it.
Posted by: Cindy G | 29 December 2009 at 09:36 AM
Oh, lobster! Yum! We're still eating turkey leftovers here.
Posted by: Heather | 29 December 2009 at 11:01 AM
This is probably wrong of me, but after all that food, all I can think of is pie. Blueberry pie. Maybe followed with Cherry pie. Was there Pumpkin? Banana Cream? Custard? Ooooh, Custard. With cherries.
Diets don't start till the first, right?
Posted by: k | 29 December 2009 at 11:41 AM
Who cares about knitting?! I'm hungry!
Posted by: Cookie | 29 December 2009 at 12:15 PM
Plethora is one of my favorite words. Especially when connected to food. Of any kind, actually, but especially desserts. Yum -- is all I have to say.
Posted by: Kym | 29 December 2009 at 01:06 PM
OY! Yum!
There is now a plethora of drool on my shirt.
Posted by: soxanne | 30 December 2009 at 10:07 AM
Your table looks just like mine... not the lobster, but the stack of books and mail at the end that we don't eat on. DH is asking me where this post is from, and he's telling me I should tell you that around here lobsters round around the street like cockroaches and we have to crush them so we can drive. Not really...
Posted by: lisa | 30 December 2009 at 06:19 PM