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I rise like the proverbial phoenix to inform you, dear reader (assuming someone even reads this blog - even my mother gave up many moons ago), that we had a housewarming party recently. In other words, we moved. Only a couple of miles away from where we used to live. But I am convinced that the process and the pain is just the same regardless of whether the move is five or five thousand miles away. And the only way to get through it all is to drink yourselves silly and smash a few glasses (that much less to pack, eh?)
So it was quite the non-summer, and this woefully neglected blog became even more so. But at the end of it all, I have a beautiful kitchen with cherry floors and a rather lissom weeping willow in our back yard. We promptly purchased a purple sofa and a gleaming Wolf stove, with red knobs and all. We have yet to put up pictures, but the meals are being made.
In our spare time we fumble with the light switches and open the wrong doors, our limbs and minds refusing to let go of the ingrained patterns from our old place. But we digress. The party. We ambitiously invited fifty people, that came with their offspring. They all accepted, and I promptly panicked. We haven't entertained this large a group ever, and still scarred from our old home where our neighbors would pounce on us if we breathed a little heavier even, I must admit I was nervous about pulling it off. What if it rained? What if the children ran amok and scribbled on our freshly painted walls? Would twenty bottles of wine do? Would we run out of food?
It was a fantastic party.
We didn't want to do a formal dinner and settled on an Indian street food theme. Without further ado, the menu:
Chicken seekh kebab
Lamb seekh kebab
Tandoori shrimp
Chicken tikka
Palak tikki
Veggie samosas
Chole
Bhaturas
With tzatziki, mint chutney, tamarind chutney and marinated onions for sides. Yumdelicious indeed.
I rise like the proverbial phoenix to inform you, dear reader (assuming someone even reads this blog - even my mother gave up many moons ago), that we had a housewarming party recently. In other words, we moved. Only a couple of miles away from where we used to live. But I am convinced that the process and the pain is just the same regardless of whether the move is five or five thousand miles away. And the only way to get through it all is to drink yourselves silly and smash a few glasses (that much less to pack, eh?)
So it was quite the non-summer, and this woefully neglected blog became even more so. But at the end of it all, I have a beautiful kitchen with cherry floors and a rather lissom weeping willow in our back yard. We promptly purchased a purple sofa and a gleaming Wolf stove, with red knobs and all. We have yet to put up pictures, but the meals are being made.
In our spare time we fumble with the light switches and open the wrong doors, our limbs and minds refusing to let go of the ingrained patterns from our old place. But we digress. The party. We ambitiously invited fifty people, that came with their offspring. They all accepted, and I promptly panicked. We haven't entertained this large a group ever, and still scarred from our old home where our neighbors would pounce on us if we breathed a little heavier even, I must admit I was nervous about pulling it off. What if it rained? What if the children ran amok and scribbled on our freshly painted walls? Would twenty bottles of wine do? Would we run out of food?
It was a fantastic party.
We didn't want to do a formal dinner and settled on an Indian street food theme. Without further ado, the menu:
Chicken seekh kebab
Lamb seekh kebab
Tandoori shrimp
Chicken tikka
Palak tikki
Veggie samosas
Chole
Bhaturas
With tzatziki, mint chutney, tamarind chutney and marinated onions for sides. Yumdelicious indeed.
Sounds yum! Congrats on the move. Having pulled one off a year back I know how painful it can be, but oh- so-worth it in the end.
ReplyDeleteP.S. You still have a dedicated reader!
Kamini.