The short version: The Birthday Girl was sufficiently spoiled, the food was delicious and far too much, and I’m exhausted.
The longer version: The weather on Saturday was absolutely abysmal, so I had a feeling that we were not going to be able to BBQ for dinner. We ended up getting chinese food which was just fine, though I now have a fridge full of stuff to grill that needs to be dealt with.
The cherry cake was a hit, and they took home half of the leftovers so I wouldn’t eat it all. I finished my half after dinner tonight and it was just yummy. The flourless chocolate cake, I’m still not sure about. I wasn’t crazy about it; I thought it was too burnt on top and too dense and the flavors were not clean. Everyone else thinks I’m crazy and it was delicious. But when topped with the creme anglaise I made, it was INSANELY good, like some of the best I ever had. The creme anglaise was a smash hit, spoons straight into the bowl. (I’m not really surprised considering I substituted half a cup of milk with heavy cream!) The butterscotch and chocolate chip blondies made a great late night snack when I needed just a bit of a chocolate fix. The creme brulee, never made it out to be served. There was too much other stuff including a birthday cake for the lovely lady. The Husband was really not too disappointed, since that meant more for him! But I think I’m done baking for the next week or so.
Cooking, however, is another story. I have a fridge full of grilling supplies to be dealt with. I cooked up half of the chicken breast in the convection oven tonight and made most of it into chicken salad for the Husband’s dinner. I’ll be making the other half for dinner tomorrow night, but I’m not yet sure how. Maybe a very simple chicken and potatoes with some of the duck fat I bought last week. I’m going to portion the hot dogs and freeze them, same with most of the burgers. No idea what I’ll be doing about dinner past tomorrow. Lunch tomorrow will be more of the leftovers from the weekend.
I’m SO exhausted. We had a fabulous time Saturday night, but I didn’t get to bed until really, really late and I’m still paying the price for it. I didn’t do a lot today or yesterday, but I’m still hurting a remarkable amount. Like take my breath away pain. I’ve taken all my meds and it’s not really helping. We both knew I was doing more than I should, but I tried to space it out over a few days. I thought I was being at least somewhat realistic, and I think I was, for a normal person. But with the fibro, I’m not normal, and I HATE having to remember that. I’m grateful that he didn’t try to rein me in and insist that I do less. I’m glad, so very glad, to know that I CAN still do it. I can still throw a party like I used to. I just need more time to recover, and it’s not from the hangover. We didn’t even drink! But I’ve got the warm fuzzies and I’m happy I did it. It meant a lot to me to try and give her a nice birthday party and I think we did.
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