the birthday extravaganza

saturday night. 7:20 pm. everyone arrived 20 minutes late. and all at once.

the conversations i had been worried about earlier quickly diminished–conversation never dwindled. people began talking once they walked in the door and up until they left. the night went stupendously. the Lord was indeed gracious and had an agenda of his own.

our ruf minister’s wife had searched all morning for a babysitter, but to no avail. nevertheless, their three girls came over: two camped out in our bedroom with some charlie brown and beauty and the beast and the other chowed on grapes while sitting her mama’s lap. she later left her mama to dig around in my kitchen drawers for aluminum foil (not sure what she did with it).

the night was great. the sorbet did not set up due to my lack of reading directions prior to that morning. i found the insulated bowl for the ice-cream maker needed 16 to 24 hours to chill, not the 9 hours i had before the party. so instead of a sorbet, it became a bit of a frozen delicious slush.

the rest of the cooking, matt and i had done the night before. matt had made the the chicken tikka masala sauce. i made a marinade for my diced chicken. furthermore, i made the sorbet mixture and let the basil and ginger seep in the fridge along with the marinating chicken (in separate dishes). saturday morning left just the naan dough to prepare (it can be refrigerated for up to 2 days).

the naan did not turn out exactly like my mother’s–it was not fluffy and perfect, but no one had really ever had naan; so, they could not complain. the few new couples who came fit right into the group. dinners such as these need to happen a lot more than they do.

everyone except for caroline (she was probably checking on the girls in the other room).

the party winding down around 11:00 o’clock.

the kitchen was left in a bit of a disaster. luckily i had a sexy dishwasher i had hired…his name was matteo brittingham.


2 thoughts on “the birthday extravaganza

  1. Jen says:

    So great to see all those people around your table! Dad even hooted when he saw them. Then he said, “Look at her bookcase!” Oh, Dad.

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