(the misadventures of an expatriate corporate dropout)

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

ay yi yi yi.

It is time to regale you with tales of what I have been up to the past week.  Johnelle and I had promised J-Y a mexican dinner ... and so last Friday we arrived at his apartment laden with bags of ingredients.  Johnelle planned the menu ... mojitos, homemade tortillas, ceviche, 2 kinds of small tacos, refried beans, rice, guacamole, pico de gallo, and fried bananas.

We thought another couple was coming and so we really put it down in the food buying department.  When we got there we learned, it would be just us, J-Y and his son.  So the amount of food we had was a bit absurd (we always buy generously anyway!)... 

We started with J-Y's special rum cocktail and Johnelle's mojitos.  Jean-Yves and I were assigned to sous-chef prep work.  Armed with very sharp knives, we minced onion and cilantro, diced cucumbers and tomatoes, scooped avocado.  Fish and chicken were washed.  I then set to frying the beans.  

In the meanwhile, J-Y's son was famished! Johnelle made him a special quesadilla and earned a special smile.  

We cranked up some Aretha Franklin and shimmied our way through lots of laughs, drinks and good eats.  The corn flour here is not great, but we managed to get it to work itself into some tortillas, small ones.  All the little soft tacos were delish ... I don't think we put a dent in J-Y's rice.  There was so much food it was ridiculous ... and I'm sure the leftovers lasted the entire week-end.

I'm proud to say we did all of our dishes ... like all single men I know, dishwashing is a much detested chore so at least we didn't leave that unwelcome mark.

Following dinner (we arrived at 8:00 ish so it was an extended meal ...) we continued the laughing, talking, and goofing around.  Libations continued to flow and when I caught a glimpse of the clock at 2:00 a.m. I began making time to leave murmurs.  Which continued until 3:00 a.m. when we finally deposited ourselves in the car and slowly, ever slowly made our way home. We had 8:25 a.m. train tickets to San Sebastian! We had to leave our house at 7:00 a.m.!

Which paves the way for the next story.  Which starts with the line, "I awoke with a start.  Looking at the alarm clock, I shrieked Wake UP! Johnelle, it is 7:39 a.m.!"


Randal Graves said...

Armed with very sharp knives

Were they Ginsu?

Dammit, now I'm hungry. And do you know anyone who enjoys dishwashing?

Sounds like you guys had too much fun. I hope you learned your lesson to never do that again!

La Framéricaine said...

Hat's off to you, JNRR! Dishes is the only thing I want to do associated with food, except perhaps drink the mojitos.

However, that schedule would have pushed me right into the "psychotic break" zone!

Happy trails!

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