Sunday, March 18, 2012
The plan was to have that meal for dinner tonight, when Son Donald came to hang out (as he does most Sundays). I bought the necessary ingredients when I went to the store on Thursday...a shrink-wrapped hunk of brisket big enough for three servings plus leftovers for the next day, a head of cabbage, and bags of red potatoes and carrots. Those dishes, and a loaf of homemade "snake" bread (the dough colored green and shaped appropriately before baking) would make for a great meal.
Son Brian and DIL Nicole were coming into town on Friday for a sporting event on Saturday, but I figured they'd be on the road before tonight. However, everything changed when Son Tony called me Friday morning. He was passing through town on business; would we be able to pick him up so he could hang out at the house, then take him to the airport? Of COURSE the answer was yes!
Because Brian and Nicole had a long drive to get back home to Columbia, dinner turned into a late lunch, and at 1:30 the kitchen island was full of wonderful food. There wasn't enough corned beef for six people, but I had a bag of chicken breasts in the freezer that I threw in the oven. In addition to the cabbage, potatoes, and carrots cooked in corned beef broth (which not everyone likes), there was a spinach salad. Hubby Tony went to the store and brought home strawberries and grapes. Brian took charge of the bread. We ate until we were stuffed, then cleaned the kitchen and went back for dessert--apple pie with ice cream and more strawberries.
All too soon it was time for Brian and Nicole to leave. The rest of us played a game of Rummikub (our Sunday night tradition). Before I knew it Tony had to get to the airport. His dad and I drove him, said our goodbyes, then watched while he disappeared into the terminal.
It was the best St. Patrick's Day ever, even if it was late getting here.