Marguerite
Active Member
OK, I overdid things a bit on Saturday. So many problems with the sushi - the magazine I thought had some recipes in it, somehow seemed to be empty of inspiration. I must have the wrong issue, so I went to the shops to find that I DO have the correct issue. Back home I searched more closely and found the recipes - no wonder I missed them.
Then the avocados - I did say they were out of season. I've never had an avocado that my knife wouldn't cut, before. And I'd bought six of them! All like bullets.
Back to the shop. Two avocados, with a trace amount of give in them. At least the knife cut them, but they didn't go brown at all, and had a crunchy texture - a worry, in sushi.
Finally rolling sushi, an hour before I have to leave. Got 12 rolls done and left easy child 2/difficult child 2 to have a go. She did two rolls but at least put everything away in the fridge.
Great meeting - glad I went. But worrying about needing to make more sushi; haven't had lunch; very tired; what will I wear to this Japanese costume party?
Collected BF2 from his job (late leaving). Almost falling asleep at the wheel driving home - forget making more sushi, I need at least fifteen minutes' catnap.
husband & easy child 2/difficult child 2 packed a 'kitchen box' so I could continue making sushi at the party. I threw on a gold jacket over a red shirt - sufficiently oriental.
At the party I unpacked and began cutting up sushi rolls. The hostess gave me a huge platter covered with giant orange daisies - yeah, great for sushi. Not. I loaded it up anyway, nobody would notice in the dark outside.
But wait - don't take out the sushi until the hot food arrives. Why is it late? The restaurant forgot to make up the order. Whoops. Doing it now, sorry, OK? Bung that huge platter of sushi in the fridge.
An hour later, hot food arrives. An hour and five minutes later, silence except for the sound of jaws moving.
difficult child 1 is asked to fetch milk from fridge - opens fridge, platter of sushi is upside down on floor.
I'm back in kitchen before hostess finds out - she has a temper like Vesuvius. Sushi partly rescued, difficult child 1's friends hoover up the rest of the damage (with their appetites). Mistakes all eaten by the time hostess arrives back in the kitchen, none the wiser. "A few guests have had some advance samples," I told her.
I begin to make more sushi. Friends drop into the kitchen to chat and watch me make sushi. I hand out those bits off the ends of the rolls that are always wonky - my taste testers don't die so it must be OK. By now I have little idea what ingredients I'm mixing...
Outside, guests take turns climbing into padded sumo suits and wrestling. Not for me anyway. I got away to watch difficult child 1, and later his girlfriend (whose party it was) in sumo suits. Great fun!
By now, back is killing me, shoulders not good, very tired indeed. Friend offers remedial massage when I'm done. Trouble is, she leaves a few minutes later.
Finally, all the sushi gets taken outside (what hasn't already been scoffed in the kitchen). Gone in five minutes.
Finally, I go and sit outside and chat to party girl's parents. Mum is weird. difficult child in the extreme. Very sad. Round midnight I notice difficult child 3 still partying in the thick of it - he must have realised that the ratio of Pervasive Developmental Disorder (PDD) kids to 'normal' kids is fairly high. He blends right in.
One am we finally drag the kids out and head home. BF2 sick on way home - too much rum & coke, from the smell.
Two am finally in bed.
Six am I wake with hangover plus, only I didn't drink anything alcoholic. It's the body, giving out on me after doing too much.
husband has been wonderful. He rummaged through the fridge and produced a meal of leftovers (including pan-frying leftover sashimi - it was delicious!). I downed painkillers, then more painkillers, ironically it took a glass of port to vasodilate my pounding brain enough for me to sit here and touch base with you all.
So have a good Sunday and consider me a moral lesson in what happens when you try to do too much!
Anyone want some rock-hard avocados?
Marg
Then the avocados - I did say they were out of season. I've never had an avocado that my knife wouldn't cut, before. And I'd bought six of them! All like bullets.
Back to the shop. Two avocados, with a trace amount of give in them. At least the knife cut them, but they didn't go brown at all, and had a crunchy texture - a worry, in sushi.
Finally rolling sushi, an hour before I have to leave. Got 12 rolls done and left easy child 2/difficult child 2 to have a go. She did two rolls but at least put everything away in the fridge.
Great meeting - glad I went. But worrying about needing to make more sushi; haven't had lunch; very tired; what will I wear to this Japanese costume party?
Collected BF2 from his job (late leaving). Almost falling asleep at the wheel driving home - forget making more sushi, I need at least fifteen minutes' catnap.
husband & easy child 2/difficult child 2 packed a 'kitchen box' so I could continue making sushi at the party. I threw on a gold jacket over a red shirt - sufficiently oriental.
At the party I unpacked and began cutting up sushi rolls. The hostess gave me a huge platter covered with giant orange daisies - yeah, great for sushi. Not. I loaded it up anyway, nobody would notice in the dark outside.
But wait - don't take out the sushi until the hot food arrives. Why is it late? The restaurant forgot to make up the order. Whoops. Doing it now, sorry, OK? Bung that huge platter of sushi in the fridge.
An hour later, hot food arrives. An hour and five minutes later, silence except for the sound of jaws moving.
difficult child 1 is asked to fetch milk from fridge - opens fridge, platter of sushi is upside down on floor.
I'm back in kitchen before hostess finds out - she has a temper like Vesuvius. Sushi partly rescued, difficult child 1's friends hoover up the rest of the damage (with their appetites). Mistakes all eaten by the time hostess arrives back in the kitchen, none the wiser. "A few guests have had some advance samples," I told her.
I begin to make more sushi. Friends drop into the kitchen to chat and watch me make sushi. I hand out those bits off the ends of the rolls that are always wonky - my taste testers don't die so it must be OK. By now I have little idea what ingredients I'm mixing...
Outside, guests take turns climbing into padded sumo suits and wrestling. Not for me anyway. I got away to watch difficult child 1, and later his girlfriend (whose party it was) in sumo suits. Great fun!
By now, back is killing me, shoulders not good, very tired indeed. Friend offers remedial massage when I'm done. Trouble is, she leaves a few minutes later.
Finally, all the sushi gets taken outside (what hasn't already been scoffed in the kitchen). Gone in five minutes.
Finally, I go and sit outside and chat to party girl's parents. Mum is weird. difficult child in the extreme. Very sad. Round midnight I notice difficult child 3 still partying in the thick of it - he must have realised that the ratio of Pervasive Developmental Disorder (PDD) kids to 'normal' kids is fairly high. He blends right in.
One am we finally drag the kids out and head home. BF2 sick on way home - too much rum & coke, from the smell.
Two am finally in bed.
Six am I wake with hangover plus, only I didn't drink anything alcoholic. It's the body, giving out on me after doing too much.
husband has been wonderful. He rummaged through the fridge and produced a meal of leftovers (including pan-frying leftover sashimi - it was delicious!). I downed painkillers, then more painkillers, ironically it took a glass of port to vasodilate my pounding brain enough for me to sit here and touch base with you all.
So have a good Sunday and consider me a moral lesson in what happens when you try to do too much!
Anyone want some rock-hard avocados?
Marg