Silver and Gold
Forgot to put up pictures of the cooked purple sweet potatoes (on the left) and the regular purple potatoes (on the right); the sweet potatoes tasted a bit mediciney while the purple regular potato tasted exactly like a regular potato.
I bought a bunch so I’ll keep messing around to see what I might be able to do with them.
The Frenchman invited us to his pad the other night for hot pot.
Me: We’re in! What should we bring?
Him: Awesome. Food-wise, I’m covered.
Me: I can bring an assortment of sticks and knives?
The Firecracker and I brought our respective kids as well, so it was a full house.
The Firecracker never had hot pot until this past summer with my college friends, so I told her that this was a Japanese version of it, which she was excited to try.
Now, the Frenchman is half Japanese so he did a bang-up job with everything, making a hot pot version of Chanko Nabe, which is a special type of Japanese soup that was designed for sumo wrestlers to gain weight.
Her: Wow, that looks so great!
Me: I’m particularly excited for alla the mushrooms.
Her: Me too!
The cool thing that no one realized was that it was the Frenchman’s birthday just a few days later so his wife Tess ended up turning it into a surprise birthday party – the Firecracker and I felt honored that we were invited.
Afterwards, we got to know some of his other guests – some of them, he’s known for over 25 years, which is pretty impressive.
Like that old poem: Make new friends, but keep the old; Those are silver, these are gold.
They’re both in finance so their apartment’s view was full-on gorgeous.
The food was so amazing that we stuffed ourselves silly. At the very least, I did.
Now, I brought a six-pack of beer to go with dinner and the Firecracker brought a bottle of rose. However, considering that I drank five bottles of the six-pack and the Firecracker drank several glasses of wine, we essentially showed up with drinks for ourselves.
It also meant that, after several hours of eating and drinking, I started doing some stupid human tricks.
Now, the Frenchman is super athletic – we met in our gym, after all – and I mentioned that the ability to sit and stand without the use of one’s hands is an indicator of overall health and strength.
Well, we went one step further and did this drill I did in my 20s, which is sitting down, hugging your knees, shooting a foot out, holding that foot/ankle with your hand, and then standing up with one single leg, all while never allowing your held foot to touch the ground.
I had eaten – and drank – waaaaaay too much that night and kept falling down.
Me: Welp, honey, looks like this may be the first and last time we’re ever invited over.
But the very next day, in the park with the Firecracker and our kids, I tried it again and was able to do it every single time – AND I have video proof of it.
I’m sure I’ll find ways to embarrass the boy even more as he gets older.
But more on that in another entry.
Location: earlier today, my kid’s gym, watching him get his first coloured belt
Music: probably with that blonde girl who always made me doubt (Spotify)
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