5:30 am: Squid wakes with babies.
6:30 am: Squid plates Belgian Waffles, mixed fruit and bacon.
7:30 am: Squid leaves for work
8:00-2:00: Squid works and posts at OTTVB
2:00: Squid picks up wine, birthday present, balloons
2:30: Mermaid goes to massage Squid set up
3:00: Squid starts cooking, sets up new bike with baby seat with balloons on back deck
4:15: Mermaid sees bike. Starts giving kids rides around the neighborhood.
5:00: Everyone goes inside, Squid cooks everyone dinner. Fancy cheese plate to start, then a nice salad. Bottle of wine down.
5:45: Neighborhood list serve email comes across saying, "The police just picked up somebody's Rottweiler that was wandering around."
6:00: Mermaid goes to the police station to get Sebie, who we'd left outside in the excitement of the new bike.
6:30: Bedtime routine starts
7:30: Everyone down. Main course of Crab Cakes with Chili Lime Butter over Bhutan Red rice, corn and chive mixture, with sauteed Brussels Sprouts plated. Another bottle of wine down.
8:30: Chocolate mousse cake and muscat
Not really a milestone - except that we're starting to come out of the tunnel of infants? Our youngest is now almost 14 months old, and it's starting to feel like our union is something more than just a compact to raise children for the first time in almost 6 years? That's an exaggeration of course, and we've been blessed and lucky - I'm not complaining. Sometimes it does feel like one-day-at-a-time, let's consider success another day of keeping everyone's fingers out of the light sockets...
She was great on my birthday last month. It made me feel great and appreciated. I wanted her to feel the same way yesterday. I think I succeeded!
It's kind of a cool numerical year on the ages thing. 44/33 - which will happen every time we have double digit birthdays like that for the rest of our lives with the 11 year split. But that's not really a 'milestone.'
Not here Bider, sorry. The Mermaid doesn't want her looks/body/whatever commented on by anonymous assholes inexplicably allowed to run rampant in a community of friends. I'll copy her picture to my FB profile for ya.
I don't really understand the fruit/bacon complaints?
So the plate was pretty much completely taken up by the waffle. The mermaid put the fruit directly on the waffle with whipped cream and syrup, and ate bacon pretty much off its own, separate serving plate. I did too.
I don't put fruit or cream on my waffles. Just syrup. I ate some waffle away, then put fruit on my plate when there was space. I also ate the bacon right off the serving plate. Serving plate--->my hand---> my mouth.
But this sounds like an English thing? No fruit and bacon on the same plate?
If I'd made eggs - I'd have put eggs, toast, potatoes, bacon and fruit all on one plate and served it. Is that a no-no in Englishland?
I am pretty strict about not mixing sweet and savory foods. I also don't like to mess around with the pure porcine pleasure that is bacon. However, I was introduced to pancetta, which is a kissing cousin of bacon. It is regularly served with melon and was a revelation for me.
Happy belated birthday wishes to the Mermaid!
So... silly question, but I thought plating meant to arrange food all professional-like on a plate and serve it up. Is that not correct? If correct, did you also cook it?
Cooked then plated? Plating up food means the same to me as you. You cook something, then arrange.
Like I made a mound of rice/corn/chive mix, artfully placed two 1.75 inch diameter crab cakes on one side of the mound, then drizzled chili lime butter below that, a few brussels sprouts on one side, garnish with a little chopped parsley and chive?
I do think the fruit/bacon hate is a Brit thing. My relatives think it both disgusting and odd to have these items at the same meal. And juice!! For breakfast?? Oh no no no noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! They'd have none of it.
Your planned day sounds fab Squid! But hold up......Police station? For realz ? Or is this a term for SPCA?