Sweating garlic
My buddy Steel has a swimming pool in his apartment building just like my sister-in-law does.
And just like her place, it’s way up high in the building so there are some spectacular views everywhere.
So, the other day, the Firecracker and I headed there with the kids to hang out with their kids.
The kids all had a grand time…
…but Steel is also one of the best cooks/bakers I know.
His kid had garlic knots the other day and wanted him to make some for him. So, he did and they were amazing.
He was not stingy with the garlic.
Me: (sarcastically) You know, I think you could have put in even more garlic.
Him: (showing me the mixing bowl) I was gonna put all this in when I decided against it.
Me: I’m already sweating garlic.
Afterward, he also ordered some Dave’s Hot Chicken for us all.
While he was doing all that, I was trying to fix a laptop, to no avail as I didn’t have the right parts.
Steel, meanwhile, decided to bake two rustic loaves of bread from scratch.
How that family isn’t a million pounds is beyond me.
Maybe they swim a lot?
The Surgeon and his kids were there so I finally got to tell him what his party did to my stomach and vacation.
Me: I literally left my DNA all over Manhattan, Brooklyn, and that ship because of you.
Him: (shrugging) I’d do it again.
Me: Harumph!
Ended up taking Steel’s laptop back home to try and fix and he gave us one of the two loaves he just baked to bring home as well.
Me: We can’t take that.
Her: (shrugging) It’s fresh homemade bread. I’m taking it. You don’t have to eat it.
Me: We both know I don’t have that kinda willpower.
In any case, as fun a time as we were all having, I had to run to my other buddy’s birthday party around the way.
I’ll tell you all about it in the next entry.
Location: The gym, for the first time in months.
Mood: sore
Music: standing out here, soaking wet. Could you just let me in? (Spotify)
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