weekend wrap-up: otherwise known as the four days we ate way too much food

So, I’ve been working on an extremely long, overly ramble-y post, filled with details important to no one. I’m going to attempt to edit it down to the highlights [using my ever-cheating method of bullet points] before I am interrupted by a baby crawling to the power cord to chew on it … or to a little piece of paper to chew on it … or to her dirty diaper to chew on it. Mena is very creative in her endeavors.

– Ryan’s birthday “weekend” [aka four days of shameless borderline-gluttony] began on Thursday when we celebrated with my family and his parents. I made this lasagna that Erika recommended. It was seriously delicious. The only step I’d add is to drain the meat/veggie mixture before adding the wine, water, and tomato paste. My sister suggested I do this, but I ignored her and insisted the grease would evaporate away with the water. It didn’t. Unless you like sopping up grease with garlic bread [um, okay, admittedly that was pretty awesome], don’t be prideful like me and listen to your wiser older sister.

The star of the meal, however, happened at the end. Ryan requested my father make his famous “Irish coffee.” This treat is usually reserved for St. Patrick’s Day, but well, my parents love Ryan and are happy he became my husband over some of the hoodlums I dated in my 20s [“hoodlum” in this case is defined as anyone not living in Kansas], so they happily obliged. My family is pretty big on rituals and tradition, and this is no exception. My parents have these special glasses that are only used for this process. [In fact, the first anniversary gift my mom gave my dad when they were young and poor was two of these glasses. They have added onto the collection over the years.] First, my dad swipes the rim with a lime and sugar. Then, he pours in a shot-ish of Irish whiskey. After that, he heats the glass over a flame and actually lights the whiskey on fire. It’s pretty awesome. The picture below doesn’t do it justice. Then, my mom asks “regular or decaf?” and pours in the coffee. She tops it with homemade whipped cream and crème de menthe and hands it to you with a cloth napkin, lest you hurt your hand on the heat.

My sister and I both remember our first “real” Irish coffee after we turned 21. As kids, we were only allowed a mug of decaf coffee with the whipped cream and crème de menthe. And so, the first true Irish coffee experience was a rite of passage, undoubtedly. And Ryan definitely felt “officially” part of the family when he had his first one. Sometimes I wonder what “rituals” Ryan and I will pass onto our kids. [I hope they involve alcohol and flames.] We both firmly embrace the worldview of the sacramentality of life, in that the physical, tangible realities here on earth can image and point to higher, ethereal truths. And rituals, even the most mundane, are all part of this vision of life.

ANYWAY…

– Why have I not been making zucchini fries for all of my life? Do it. Recipe inspiration here.

– Ryan and I tried to get into “Once Upon a Time,” but I think it should be re-named “Once Upon a Boring.” Blah. Does anyone out there watch this series? Does it get better after the first two episodes?

– We also checked out “White Collar” (available on Netflix streaming). Not bad. Although, I am embarrassed to like a USA Network original series. Maybe I shouldn’t have included this bullet point.

– Picture taken on the morning of Ryan’s day-of-30. As you can tell, they both look thrilled with my “smile for the phone!”

– This immodestly naked picture was taken after a total-body diaper blow-out. Like, the number 2 variety was from toes-to-head. We had to deal with this situation in the Target parking lot. Joy. [Say what you will about cloth diapers, but we’ve never had a blow-out with them. She happened to be wearing a disposable with this particular incident.]

– As expected, Ryan chose the grossest of gross, yet amazingest of amazing Chinese food for his actual-birthday dinner. We made it classy by downing this extraordinary wine. It was *so good* (thank you, in-laws!). We channeled our inner 14-year-olds and viewed The Hunger Games. In fact, it was released on Ryan’s actual day, so he stayed up until midnight the night before to ensure a Redbox reservation for said movie. I absolutely loved it, but my husband did not think it lived up to the highly nuanced literary genius of Suzanne Collins.

– On Sunday, Ryan’s parents had us over to celebrate. More delicious food. Lots of overly-hoppy beers. I made these strawberry lemonade bars for the second time. New favorite go-to summer dessert. (Thank you, Elizabeth, for the recipe!) Ready to go over to Grammie Kamie’s and Grandpa Gary’s:

– Sunday night, Ryan and I spent some quality time out on our “stoop.” We reminisced and got all deep about our lives, while he enjoyed a nice cigar. Our idyllic moment was only interrupted by our neighbor’s tearing apart a couch. Yup. There have been these three sofas sitting in their driveway for weeks now. We couldn’t figure out why, until last week when their teen-age-ish sons began loudly destroying them one-by-one. Of course, they choose to do this late at night, near the window where our baby sleeps. My smarty-pants husband said it reminds him of Graham Greene’s short story, “The Destructors.” Oh, did I mention in a week we close on our house far, far away from these neighbors? Evidence of destruction (the morning after):

– With all this food and literary talk I forgot to mention that Philomena actually clapped (instead of just hitting her stomach in glee) for the first time Thursday night and pretty much hasn’t stopped yet. Although she’s been army crawling for quite some time now, and she likes to go up on her hands and tip-toes, she actually did the “official” crawling thing for the first time on Friday. Very exciting stuff.

– I returned to once-a-week teaching. Ryan now has Mondays off of work, so he gets some quality alone time with our Little Lady, which is delightful for both of them, I’m sure. Some of you told me that you thought this recent ramble-y post meant that I wasn’t teaching on Mondays anymore. I apologize for the confusion. Yes, I am still working for part of a day, once a week. However, since it accounts for such a small percentage of my week, and actually I usually go home between classes, I still perceive myself as “at home” pretty much full-time…for better or for worse. I am really blessed that my former employer allows this unique set-up. Teaching and catechesis is such an integral part of who I am.

So, apparently I’m a crappy editor. I’m sorry for this verbose mess. Philomena is chewing on my purse at this moment, which I’ll take as a sign to stop typing.

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7 thoughts on “weekend wrap-up: otherwise known as the four days we ate way too much food

  1. I enjoy your posts so much. The torn-up couch picture and accompanying story made me snorkel.
    And I agree on cloth dipes, I don’t think I have ever had a cloth diaper blow-out.
    Have a great school year, that sounds like an awesome setup.

  2. Aww, this is a great post. I laughed (weird couch-deathing neighbors), I thought deep thoughts (for a few seconds), and gosh if Mena’s naked foot isn’t just too cute.
    P.S. I will probably force Xavier and Mena to marry now that you have shown a picture of your family’s Irish coffee.
    Happy birthday Ryan!

  3. great post. glad ryan had a deliciously gluttonous birthday weekend. mena is aborable, as always. but mostly, i will now be spending a lot of time trying to come up with family traditions that involve fire, alcohol, but most supremely, both. i don’t think flaming dr. peppers point to the divine very well. something about chugging that leaves no room for class.

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