MarineScallop of Bliss
Apr. 28th, 2024 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoThe usual slow-motion panic is smoldering below the surface as I realize that I'm not going to be able to do any of the things I really wanted to get done before we leave for NC. Holy smokes, by the time I get home the weeds will be ten feet high. I give up. Someday, someday. Sigh.
I was invited to a birthday brunch this morning, for someone who is turning--wait for it--FORTY! She thinks this is a big number and so do many of her friends, who have not yet reached this milestone. She did have some older people present, too, of whom I was one. I planned to bring some lemon-blueberry muffins to this affair. Last night, of course, I was tired and thought I would certainly do better to whip them up quickly this morning when I was refreshed and full of vigor. Yeah sure you betcha. I was flailing around the kitchen in a groggy and grumpy state. This recipe is rather fiddly in that it requires a lot of lemon zest and fresh lemon juice, hence a lot of grating and squeezing. And, as usual, the time specified for baking is COMPLETELY wrong. Ah well, I did drag them out of the oven eventually, and the Sparrowhawk very kindly put the four requested folding chairs in the back of the car, and off I went into the persistent rain.
It was fun once I got there. Dr. Nurse was the first person I saw, as the birthday girl is a friend of hers. She was dashing busily around the kitchen, having volunteered to be in charge of the bacon. Birthday girl's mom was making pancakes. I saw about six people I knew right away and never lacked for company. Eventually Bird Baby woke up from a nap and ate some of my muffins, making them worth all the trouble. The Sparrowhawk could have come too, but he had a lot of things he wanted to do at home.
The most exciting part of the party was what is apparently called "sabrage." This means breaking open the top of a champagne bottle by hitting it with a sabre! The birthday girl's brother is a sword aficionado, and brought a couple of sabres, one belted around himself and one for his sister. The process went off with great elan, and then we all had mimosas. Napoleon is reported to have encouraged the custom. He supposedly said, "I drink champagne when I win, to celebrate. . . . and I drink champagne when I lose, to console myself." I'm not a fan of the Little Emperor, but this is certainly saying worth considering.
When I got home, I had a Zoom with Moonmoth and the Nonesuch, while the Sparrowhawk made some delicious stir fry. Then I did an hour of dusting, and then I gave up. You can see why I'm never getting anything done.
I was invited to a birthday brunch this morning, for someone who is turning--wait for it--FORTY! She thinks this is a big number and so do many of her friends, who have not yet reached this milestone. She did have some older people present, too, of whom I was one. I planned to bring some lemon-blueberry muffins to this affair. Last night, of course, I was tired and thought I would certainly do better to whip them up quickly this morning when I was refreshed and full of vigor. Yeah sure you betcha. I was flailing around the kitchen in a groggy and grumpy state. This recipe is rather fiddly in that it requires a lot of lemon zest and fresh lemon juice, hence a lot of grating and squeezing. And, as usual, the time specified for baking is COMPLETELY wrong. Ah well, I did drag them out of the oven eventually, and the Sparrowhawk very kindly put the four requested folding chairs in the back of the car, and off I went into the persistent rain.
It was fun once I got there. Dr. Nurse was the first person I saw, as the birthday girl is a friend of hers. She was dashing busily around the kitchen, having volunteered to be in charge of the bacon. Birthday girl's mom was making pancakes. I saw about six people I knew right away and never lacked for company. Eventually Bird Baby woke up from a nap and ate some of my muffins, making them worth all the trouble. The Sparrowhawk could have come too, but he had a lot of things he wanted to do at home.
The most exciting part of the party was what is apparently called "sabrage." This means breaking open the top of a champagne bottle by hitting it with a sabre! The birthday girl's brother is a sword aficionado, and brought a couple of sabres, one belted around himself and one for his sister. The process went off with great elan, and then we all had mimosas. Napoleon is reported to have encouraged the custom. He supposedly said, "I drink champagne when I win, to celebrate. . . . and I drink champagne when I lose, to console myself." I'm not a fan of the Little Emperor, but this is certainly saying worth considering.
When I got home, I had a Zoom with Moonmoth and the Nonesuch, while the Sparrowhawk made some delicious stir fry. Then I did an hour of dusting, and then I gave up. You can see why I'm never getting anything done.
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Date: 2024-04-29 03:24 pm (UTC)