Indulgence

After two large bottles of beer, a double shot of whiskey, a double shot of scotch and a single shot of honey bourbon I decided to cook up a storm last Friday night. The following day I was expected to spend a good twenty four hours with two close friends at their home where I would cater dinner, snacks and Sunday lunch. My first dish was grilled firm tofu in a Moroccan sauce with corn. The next was a brown rice salad that had baby spinach, coriander/cilantro, lemon, salt and shallots/scallions. After that I made a bunch of my delicious vegetable kebabs that was seasoned heavily by three very different cultures (South American chili, Italian herbs and Western spices) along with a stack of chicken drumsticks that had chucks of butter to hold the flavours to the skin. I also used the butter and some fresh garlic (with some Italian herbs) to make garlic bread, along with a Turkish style tzatziki that was made from yogurt, lemon, garlic, salt, baby spinach and parsley. Oh, and a large serving of pesto pasta salad with freshly shaved Parmesan and freshly diced red chili. And for dessert I constructed a gorgeous trifle made with lemon cake, custard mixed with honey, orange mango jelly and bananas. And for good measure I also made a simple batter of honey banana muffins and placed them in a tin to be baked for anyone who didn't want trifle. There was also a French onion dip that I'd prepared and a tub of store bought hummus and chili tomato salsa.

For Saturday lunch we ate at a very nice Western Sydney Retired Serviceman's Leagues (RSL) club where I ordered a seafood platter, which I enjoyed with a complimentary beer. For dinner I had a bottle of wine and a whole lot of the food I'd prepared. Sunday breakfast consisted of sandwiches made by the man of the house which had avocado, tomato, cheese, egg and friend bits of Fake Bacon between slices of multi-grain bread. By the time lunch came around another BBQ was lit up and it was lamb chops with whatever left overs we could fit in. After lunch there was still enough for dinner. Saturday was broken up between a long walk through the suburbs of Parramatta, a quiet moment for a drunken deep and meaningful conversation that was sparked by a discussion about our favourite television sitcoms and three very enjoyable films chosen by each one of us. In an attempt to play with the dogs I fell on the floor and unexpectedly passed out, waking up a few hours later only to shuttle myself into the guest bedroom. The Sunday morning involved us taking the dogs to a park and kicking a football around before heading back to their place for a game of Scrabble and one more film. We discussed there attempts at having children and my efforts to join the army - the very reason we were celebrating at all. They thoroughly enjoyed the food and considering one of them was a vegetarian I made a superior effort to cater for everyone, even the dogs; they ate the hell of my cooked chicken. Can't say I blame them.