Mrs. D and I decided to take turns cleaning out the refrigerators. We would eat all the easter leftovers at her house one night and then ours the next. Sunday night we went over there and ate honey baked ham and turkey, kielbasa (that’s a GREAT story) and potato salad. Last night was our turn…
So, while at Mrs. D’s house Sunday evening, we talked about the fridge full of leftovers at our house… How I couldn’t believe all the stuff that had been left, there was meat and corn and sweet potato casserole, etc… How glad I was to have them over and to start our new tradition of holiday leftover dinner parties. I usually wind up throwing all of it out because we aren’t big leftovers eaters, blah, blah, blah…
Yesterday afternoon I decide to start getting everything in order for our guests and began digging through my fridge to see just exactly how much and what was left. There was nothing. Just the meat. Nothing else was in there. NADA. Zip. Zilch. My fridge looked deceivingly full. I guess it was just a jumbled up mess from everyone taking stuff in and out of it and shoving things around. Anyway, there were no leftovers to be had. I called the Man in a panic and asked him to stop by the store on the way home (you know I don’t go anywhere with both kids in tow…) and get some stuff to have with our meat.
The Mister cooks this amazing boston butt on the Big Green Egg and it was requested for easter this year instead of the traditional ham. He cooked one for us and one for my mom to take back to my grandmother’s. My family was all having dinner at her house later that night. I should have thought something was fishy when they said “We’ll just have the same meal over again tonight…” Hmmm…. I didn’t realize they meant that VERY SAME MEAL. They meant they were taking all the food with them, not recooking the same things once they got there… And, I’m not sure that my mil didn’t take a great deal with her, either… I feel confident she left with everything she brought. Everything but two spoonfuls of grape salad.
THANKS, guys. We invite you all over for easter, Mister cooks for four hours and I slaved away, for what? For you all to take the food and run and leave us with nothing but the crap that was already in our refrigerator???? You guys suck.
Anyway, the Mister and I talk about chipping the rest of the meat and having potato salad, slaw and beans or making fajitas. Either sounded great. So, I call Mrs. D and tell her that I am embarrassed to say that we have no food. I was wrong and my family sucks. She says that she still has tons left and that she would bring everything. So, she was providing dinner again, just at our house this time. She pulls her wagon over loaded down with potatoes au gratin, broccoli casserole, the fixings for a very fine salad, even corn… We should have just gone back to her house with our meat. We wouldn’t have needed a wagon.
The Mister gets here and gets the meat out to heat it and pulls me off to the side. He has this huge chunk of meat in his hand (I had to say that….) and this bewildered look on his face. “What?” I ask… “Is this ALL the meat we have?” he whispers… “Yes. WHY?” “Because this is just a BONE.” Could this dinner get any worse???? We don’t even have meat now…. I tell Mrs. D and pour myself another glass of wine.
Luckily, there was enough there for everyone to have seconds, but we were scared for a few minutes. How awful. “Why don’t you guys come to our house for dinner? Oh, and by the way, could you provide the meal?” The easiest dinner party in the world. And the most embarrassing… Good thing we are such close friends with them… Usually we throw leftovers away and the one time we actually plan on eating them, they are gone. Maybe that’s why everyone absconded with the food… They know we usually don’t eat it. That’s still no excuse for not informing me they were leaving us with only a bone and two spoonfuls of grape salad. Next time, I’m putting the food away myself.