REALITY?: A day of cooking = A day of rest

I’ve done most of my part in preparation for some friends coming over tomorrow.  It’s usually an Only The Lonely kind of thing–folks who’ve lost their mates or never found one.  Me and the guys.  This time one of them is bringing a lady he’s dating, meaning I likely have to sit and socialize more than I’m up to lately.

The cooking though is fun.  Red cabbage in caraway seeds, artichoke parmesan hot dip, potato salad, cucumbers in vinegar and dill, chick pea salad, chocolate cheese cupcakes (my perennial favorite when I need some pampering and I gave away the last batch so I wouldn’t eat them all), and the rest is easy stuff for the grill.  And watermelon.  And ice cream. And whatever else I feel like scrambling up last minute.

And all this with three blistered fingers from picking up a heat dispenser off a turned-on burner on the stove.

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