Well, this past Sunday was a lot of things: it was post-exam for me; it was post-tax season for Mr.D; it was an art show at a local charity for Mrs.D - and Cricket is always up for some fun... We went together to the art show and perused the stuff that was being sold. Some of it was very good and some of it was student work. Mr.D asked me about a few pieces of pottery and whether I thought they were any good. I tried to be discreet when I answered because I learned a long time ago that if you don't know who the artist is and you make a negative comment about the piece then the odds are very good that the person standing beside you is going to turn out to be the artist. (I'm having a t-shirt made up for my pottery show that reads, "I'm the artist, please wait until I walk away to insult my work.")
Mrs.D, well, she picked up a few pieces and exclaimed, "I could make this with my eyes closed!" Mr.D cringed, but to her credit, she actually could have made those pieces with her eyes closed...
...and dinner was lovely...
Mr.D taught me how to make risotto. I've grown very leery of it because Gordon Ramsey is so very picky about it. I've figured that it must be hard; it's not.
Dinner was rotisserie chicken with a pancetta risotto and steamed spinach... we started with a great bruschetta that had a drizzled balsamic reduction and a very nice Riesling...
...and their dog started licking my leg...
...and she licked my leg...
and she licked my leg... it tickled something fierce and I couldn't keep myself from laughing.
They were mortified, but every effort to keep her from me was futile. They got her a prime rib bone that she carried across the deck and left in the corner, only to come back to my leg. they gave her squeaky toys and rubber balls to roll around the floor that were all taken back to their appropriate places after which she would come back and start licking my leg... I didn't know if I should be flattered or whether I should expect her to take a bite out of my shin (which she never did.)
They picked her up and held her on their laps while they ate only to have her wriggle down and come back to "her dinner". Attempts to put her inside only lead to her whining inside the patio door and scratching at the floor and glass... ...all the while I was howling with laughter. You see, I knew that at some point it would stop; at some point whatever flavor I had managed to get on my leg would be used up - I was right... to the relief of our hosts she disappeared... only to come back and start to work on my other leg.
After dinner we moved inside and had a flourless chocolate cake I'd made (there is a very simple recipe on epicurious.com that never fails)... we stood around the island in the kitchen while Cricket and Mrs.D picked out colors for a new garage door. (I don't get involved in picking colors - I was TOLD that I had to help pick colors a while ago and when anyone actually comments that they like the color of the one room that I chose they get a look from Cricket as if they have no taste whatsoever...
...and speaking of taste...
Still! inside, the dog continued to wear away the hair on my leg...
As always, we had a nice time.
As expected, I came home and showered.
-silly
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