Birthday Blues

Remember how my birthday kinda was not so good? How I whined and whimpered and ate cookies? And I was still totally pampered and adored and smooched until I had whisker burn? Yeah...well...

This is the Man's Birthday Week. Not a big fan of eating out, he asked that I make him one of his favorite meals at home. But that wasn't "nice" enough for me. Because his birthday celebration is all about me, right? So for something special last night, I farmed the kids out to a friend for an hour and set up for a romantic candlelit dinner right here. But it didn't quite go like that...

I ordered his birthday present online. It still has not arrived. Dang it! Only had one other gift for him to open and it was a small one that he probably would have just bought for himself weeks ago but I wanted to give him something so he waited until his birthday. Stupid standard shipping...

Instead of making his favorite cheesecake for dessert (because I'm serving that for after dinner Friday night), I made his favorite cookies, Oatmeal Chocolate Chip. But I was baking them and getting dinner ready at the same time. Have I ever mentioned - perhaps in passing - that I am pretty much an airhead? Yeah...so I burned dinner. And for those of you playing along at home, it's actually rather difficult to burn pork chops. Well, I did it! I am just that good.

The Man still insisted that the pork chops would be perfectly edible.

I remade the sauce the pork chops had simmered to death in but it wasn't as good. Tasted more like soup than sauce. Bland and blah.

Usually, I have rolls but I didn't get any from the store on account of this incredible new bread recipe I've been using that makes the most fantastic rolls! Didn't remember about the rolls issue until about 15 minutes before dinner....so no rolls.

Turns out the goblets we were going to use for the sparkling cider were actually kinda crusty from their last trip in the dishwasher so we used juice glasses instead.

I got my nice crystal candlestick holders that were a wedding gift. Then I could only find one candle. This candle refused to light! Re. Fus. Ed. I went through nearly a dozen matches trying to get it to stay lit! So we left the light on over the kitchen sink so we wouldn't be eating in the dark.

There we are...sitting at our wobbly little table with burnt chops, bland sauce, no rolls, ugly glasses, light shining on the overflowing stack of dirty dishes and a candle that's smoking because the flame just went out (again!) but the house is silent except for us talking and laughing.

It was a good dinner.