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ellyssianGood: Rachel is a television star again - she demonstrated one of her forms for a Dreams Come True telethon.
Yesterday, I posted my short story Her Tears Tasted of the River Acheron, accompanied by some photographs of locations in the story. Give it a read, and let me know what you think about it!
Deb looked really beautiful on Saturday night - she wore her new black dress and some boots; both technically anniversary presents that I gave her early for the party.
Bad: Holiday party on Saturday night - food was terrible. If it wasn't overdone it was old. The rolls were probably the best part of the meal, and they were fresh at some point a week ago or more. Tomato soup tasted like Spaghetti-O's. Salad (i.e. lettuce, croutons, pine nuts, & Ceaser dressing) was probably one of the better parts, but there wasn't much of it. There were pine nuts included, so that was a plus.
I suppose the snow peas and pearl onions weren't bad, although the other veggie dish - green beans with some crushed tomato - was unremarkable. The potatoes were more lump and skin than mashed; despite that they were more than flakes, Deb still had them marked as artificial by taste and the remaining structure. I skipped the pasta stuff - didn't look appetizing in the least - and moved on to the pork (75% fat, 25% overcooked) and the stuffed flounder (50% leather, too tough for a metal knife to cut; Deb's was loaded with bones). I didn't have the roast beef - ran out of room on the plate - but the best I can say about it is to relate what Deb said "it didn't taste the way I expected it to."
The desserts - which we didn't have - were reported to be lackluster. Specifically, the small little cake things - just a bit too large to be eaten with one bite - were resistant to cutting. The creme puffs were of the grocery store frozen aisle variety.
Ugly: Deb got so sick after the meal that I had to drive her home immediately, and then return to the area to pick up the kids at her cousin's house. I wasn't feeling too good, so I didn't take my decision lightly.
Deb spent most of Sunday wiped out, and she's still not quite up to par. I worked from home yesterday because I was feeling it a bit worse, and I'm still not 100%.
Yesterday, I posted my short story Her Tears Tasted of the River Acheron, accompanied by some photographs of locations in the story. Give it a read, and let me know what you think about it!
Deb looked really beautiful on Saturday night - she wore her new black dress and some boots; both technically anniversary presents that I gave her early for the party.
Bad: Holiday party on Saturday night - food was terrible. If it wasn't overdone it was old. The rolls were probably the best part of the meal, and they were fresh at some point a week ago or more. Tomato soup tasted like Spaghetti-O's. Salad (i.e. lettuce, croutons, pine nuts, & Ceaser dressing) was probably one of the better parts, but there wasn't much of it. There were pine nuts included, so that was a plus.
I suppose the snow peas and pearl onions weren't bad, although the other veggie dish - green beans with some crushed tomato - was unremarkable. The potatoes were more lump and skin than mashed; despite that they were more than flakes, Deb still had them marked as artificial by taste and the remaining structure. I skipped the pasta stuff - didn't look appetizing in the least - and moved on to the pork (75% fat, 25% overcooked) and the stuffed flounder (50% leather, too tough for a metal knife to cut; Deb's was loaded with bones). I didn't have the roast beef - ran out of room on the plate - but the best I can say about it is to relate what Deb said "it didn't taste the way I expected it to."
The desserts - which we didn't have - were reported to be lackluster. Specifically, the small little cake things - just a bit too large to be eaten with one bite - were resistant to cutting. The creme puffs were of the grocery store frozen aisle variety.
Ugly: Deb got so sick after the meal that I had to drive her home immediately, and then return to the area to pick up the kids at her cousin's house. I wasn't feeling too good, so I didn't take my decision lightly.
Deb spent most of Sunday wiped out, and she's still not quite up to par. I worked from home yesterday because I was feeling it a bit worse, and I'm still not 100%.
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Date: 2007-12-12 02:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-12 02:37 am (UTC)And I only felt like things weren't going to end well maybe two or three times.
Deb's doing a bit better, but then, she had it worse - a lot worse - to begin with than I've had it. Lucky her. =(