Too Much Food ='s A pardee...

So after a day of lawn and outdoor frass this holiday weekend, I acquiesed to peppa’s request to have her visiting buddy and buddies BF over for dinner. While I was putting the vittles together, she asked if she could give a jingle to X and see if he’d be game to stop over…then if I’d wanna call Linzie and see if HE’d be game to come over, and to double check with Melinite and Adam to see if THEY were still coming over.

Now, I normally don’t blanche at the chance to have a soiree’, I just like to have a day’s advance notice before it gets too crazy, and my roommate isn’t fond of big groups. Let’s face it…I’m a planner. It’s what I do. As I was cooking up the vittles for the night, (I whipped a big bag of Bowtie Pasta I’d been given by my mom into a summer pasta vegetable dish, made some Veggie chili, Some leftover Salmon, a bag of marinated chicky boobs) I looked at the full crock, and full oven, and full pasta bowl, and realized that in my zealous haste to put together a full and diverse spread I put out way-too-much-food.

Way too much.

"Well honey, why don’t I just call Brandino and Carson…and Redwright, Oh-I’ll see if Tallen and Huge aren’t busy? Did you wanna call MD?" You get the jist? Since I made so much food, I should invite accordingly.

And we did. And on a perfectly dreadful rainy night, I had a small group of some really wonderful folks poop on over to warm my dreary little shack, eat nibbles, drink cheeeeeapo beer, and listen to me dominate conversations like the rude little random primate I am.

Leftover veggie chili keeps very well, did you know that?