I’ll back up just a tad. Remember how I told you guys that my husband Loves with a capital L basketball season. And if there was an emotion stronger than love, that’s how he’d feel about the three weeks of March Madness. In fact, once we had a conversation in which I asked him, “if I were preg and in labor and there was a UK tournament game on, would you be with me or at the game?” and he said the game. That’s his commitment to UK basketball.
For the past four years, this has been my view during the tournament:
I didn’t think that you get the full breadth of this so I took a video of it for you guys:
I took that half day from work yesterday. When I got home, Hubby said to me, “Honey, some people might be coming over.” And me being a complete and total control freak, I wanted to know exactly how many people and exactly what the plans were. Would there be eating during or before? Are people going to be bringing food, or are we providing it? What time would they be there? How long would they stay? I mean, a girl needs to have her plans in place, people.
I LOVE to entertain and stuff people to the brim with good food and don’t get to do it often enough, so I came up with a big plan to cook bad-for-you-bar-food-without-the-bar for all the peeps coming over (the headcount was 10). We just checked out the book Cook This Not That from our local public library. This book is fab and I recommend it for anyone who loves to eat out and wants to watch their girly figure.
Aside: I hope someone realizes one of these days how much I love shilling stuff that I like and gives me gobs of money for it, but for now I’ll just write about it for free.
The menu was:
- Chicken tenders with spicy honey mustard sauce
- potato skins
- sliders, half were bacon and cheddar and half were swiss, onions and mushrooms
- cheesy spinich dip
- cheese fries
Of course, of all that stuff I cooked from scratch — the Gorgonzola cheese I melted into the spinach, the burgers I cut out myself, the chicken tenders I lovingly breaded — the biggest hit of the whole party was — you guessed it — TAQUITOS. Mystery meat central. And also? The brownies.
“Mrs. Austin,” a couple guys said, “these brownies are amazing! thank you!”
You’re welcome, but they are from a box. SADS.
I got to participate in some fun girly chat at the dining room table with a friend who stopped by with her hubby while 10 teenagers and three adults screamed and carried on using words like “that’s sick!” “Nasty!”and “Body up!” and “he ooped it!” As the clock moved toward 10:30, the screaming grew louder. I popped my head in to see what was going on and I discover they are playing NCAA 2010 on PS3. Lovely.
As I mentioned before, it was peticoat rule at my house so male culture really fascinates me. It’s like watching a pack of gorillas. My home was a zoo yesterday.
So, question is, who wants to come over to my house for a party?