Last night was the next installment of “Dinners for Eight” with people from my church. I missed the last dinner because I thought it was on a Saturday, but it was on a Friday. This time, one of the other people in my group was kind enough to write a reminder note for me. I put it on my refrigerator.
I was in charge of bringing an appetizer. I thought it should be something with apples, since it’s apple season. I brought a dip I found on www.cooks.com. I was disappointed with the apples, due to my strange ability to pick only non-crisp specimens, but it was yummy anyway. I could have eaten just that for dinner, but there was other good food as well. The main course was beef stroganoff. Mmm…
After dinner, we were sitting around talking, and I was so sleepy. I had to stand to keep from falling asleep, and even then my eyes couldn’t stay open. I felt drugged. I ended up leaving at 9:45. I was a little embarrassed, but it was better than falling asleep while standing and then collapsing on their living room floor.
I think I’ll have some apple dip for breakfast…
Why didn’t I end up with a cool last name like Henn? I’d have my whole house decorated in chickens! HA!
(Wait a minute. Maybe that’s why.)
Shhh…looks like Brad goofed again…I bet he was supposed to bring hens to the dinner instead of the apples …
HA! Good one…
I hear you. I came home early and went straight to bed. Up for an hour, back to bed. Do you think your cause might be getting up at an ungodly hour?
Me too Lauren. I came home & fell asleep immediately. I awoke, ate something & went back to bed. It was awesome!
BTW Brad: I think staying til 9:45 is late… I had already been sleeping for hours by then.
Crispy apples are Fuji and Honeycrisp. I think Jonathans are crispy, too.
Fuji is my favorite flavor of apple. But when it comes to apple crispness, my powers to not discriminate. I got Granny Smith apples last night. They were mealy.
Maybe you have powers like that guy on Pushing Daisies, but you don’t bring dead fruit to life – you deaden live fruit.
…and bunnies.
WHAT?! Never heard of a mealy Granny Smith apple – think someone swapped labels at the grocery and you picked up a Delicious instead? [I never find them particularly thus, by the way.]
Sorry I didn’t realize Carolyn and Ted were in your Group of 8 – if you think on it, wave hello for me next month, will ya’? While you’re still awake, that is.
…and you didn’t bring a salad?! Well, I’m sorry but that’s just not right!
(We had a special dinner last night, too, and I yawned my way through the whole thing as well – good thing dear husband drove up & back after dark or you might be reading about us today in that section of the paper we older folks find ourselves checking more frequently than we used to…)
I don’t believe in mealy granny smiths. I think you got some kind of golden delicious instead of the grannys.
On another note, we enjoy Friday nights with really good friends, who understand that it’s been a long week – and a long day – and therefore plan to tie up early. Then nobody feels embarrassed if they fall asleep on the couch, which I do on occasion.
I have good friends like that, too – Clinton Kelly and Stacy London, and that girl from Ghost Whisperer who changes her clothes every ten minutes.
You’re out somewhere having fun, aren’t you?
Brad lost power yesterday. Maybe he is still without power. OR maybe he is indeed out having fun!