Rant: Could you be on time for dinner?

Oops, I didn't get here until 6:10. But I brought a salad.

thank you, you are forgiven

Umm... I brought some desert...?

Added rant:
italian food is served hot.. in my house in warmed bowls... the hot wood oven (I wish) baked pizza rushed to the table. Do not dither milling about. Sit down, eat now while things are piping hot. You get to rest and talk after that first glorious bite, when you can then dither all you want, increasing the pleasure. But you must at least taste it at its best. I didn't do all this timed as precisely as I could so you could continue talking about reaganomics pro or con, or the movie Avatar before finding your chair.
Signed, Kitchen Bully Mama.

menu was:
Sliced fruit with fontinini cheese
cornish hens basted with Thai spicy lemongrass sauce.
Bok choy & brown rice, tossed with brown sugared carrots.
Tsar's desert

So, sully, did you have clods come to dinner?

er, my pizzas are not that great. But pasta timing matters and I abhor laxitude... including from myself. Sit down!!

Oh yeah. I rant about that too (just to my family). "When I say dinner's ready, I mean dinner's ready! Get over here!"

Nephew - age 21, going on 15, and "vacant brained" girlfriend couldn't make it. Called just after I had taken out the cornish hens.

Bundled up the entire meal and gave it to the most appreciative neighbors.

Oooh, that's galling. (14-yr-old gf, really or figuratively? Isn't that illegal most places?)

No - HE is 21, SHE is 18.
He just acts 15.

Oops, misread, sorry! Gotcha.

Galling.

Hmph.

All right then, I'm on your side!


So, I read two books - well, actually, parts of more - in the last several days. Hard to count them as I shut one or two as preposterous... and badly written preposterous.

One I actually finished, in complete relief to read not only sentences with some muscle but a storyline I could get interested in... was the latest by 'John Le Carre', The Mission Song. One of the most enjoyable of his in memory, but that's not my point ----- There's an early scene with the angry husband (our protagonist) pushing a semi roasted chicken down the garbage disposal in inchoate anger at the failure of his wife to show up, yet again.

The next book I read, fairly fast, and an obvious one for me with my italy enjoyment, was Grisham's Playing for Pizza, which was set in Parma, a city I could adopt if they'd ask me. It starts out with an american football player having his first italian meal. Yes, of course, the waiters rushed out with the 'just ready' food in perfect timing....

I would have rented a learjet.

U coud have consumed the meal, if U liked it.

It's not that often anymore that one is invited for a home cooked meal - everyone just meets at the restaurant these days - so if your nephew & airhead don't appreciate a home cooked meal, don't invite them anymore. I am glad
that you decided to give it to the appreciative neighbors, that was a nice
gesture!