Friends and Deer Burgers

On occasion, Husband will do this funny thing where he calls me at 4:00 and tells me that we are having friends over for dinner at 6:30, though he promises to be home by 5:00.  What inevitably happens is the following:

The kitchen looks like the scene of a grocery store massacre. 

My tablecloth is a piece of un-hemmed fabric with a square cut out of one corner.

Clara helps with the cooking by bear hugging my legs and screaming at the top of her lungs... for an hour.

Husband gets home at 6:00, after all the food is prepped.

I serve gourmet deer burgers on dollar store hamburger buns.

And I spend the entire night thinking:

"Gosh, Lincoln is so cute!!"

"Why don't we get together more often??"

And finally:

The beans get left out overnight and I spend the next day mourning the loss of my leftover lunch possibilities.

So there's that.

Best Bread Ever

On Friday, after work, Husband took me out for Arizona Restaurant Week.  Since we're poor people, we love an opportunity to eat at a fancy restaurant for cheap.

Well, it's not really cheap, but it's cheaper.

We chose Durant's in downtown Phoenix.  It's an old steakhouse with lots of character.

The food was delicious and I even got creme brulee (a MUST).  The mashed potatoes were excellent and the bread was the best I've ever had.  It was covered in leeks, oil, and butter.

YUM!

I love a little bit of fancy fun, out on the town, with my hubby.

When the Lights Go Out

While cooking dinner on Sunday night, the power went out. 

Thankfully, we have a gas stove.

Thankfully, the oven man forgot his flashlight.

Thankfully, it was only spaghetti and meatballs.