
Sunday
Outfit:
Turquoise top (SO) garage sale
Black skirt (Target)
Black sandals (lauren by ralph lauren) thrifted
Vintage Mexican Opal bracelet, silver hoop earrings
Menu:
Breakfast: small dish whole milk plain yogurt; banana; coffee (out of milK!)
Lunch: pepper jack cheese slices; summer sausage slices; crackers; water
Dinner: Roasted chicken with roasted red onions, garlic, cherry tomatoes and carrots; green salad with red wine vinaigrette; slice fresh baked bread; pinot grigio
Finances:
$0

SATURDAY
Outfit:
Navy scoopneck tee (Jcrew)
Levis
Black sandals (Lauren by Ralph Lauren) thrifted
Vintage Mexican silver choker
Menu:
Breakfast: one banana pancake; cafe au lait
Lunch: Costco polish dog*; lemonade
Dinner: Yummy Italian food* … lasagne; several bruschettas with basil, cherry tomatoes, parmesan; something that looked and tasted like a mushroom lasagne, but my Italian was so limited all I could understand was that it was raddichio, which still has me baffled as I was convinced it was mushroom!; prosecco; pinot grigio; san pellegrino
Finances:
$38 for a new tire*
$10 for a school book for child
$8 for lunch at Costco
Saturday/Italian Birthday!
My husband was gone for the weekend and so shortly after he left, as fate would have it, I was stranded about 10 miles from my house with a flat tire and two kids. I have 6 brothers-in-law and so I gave one of them a call. He was nice enough to come rescue us, putting on the dinky, mini, child-like spare and then I immediately headed to Costco to have the tire fixed, driving about 40 mph on the freeway!
So I was stuck at Costco for about 2 hours, trying to keep my kids occupied while they fixed my car. They needed to replace the tire, but because I bought it there they only charged me $38. I love Costco! But I did get stuck eating more for lunch than I intended. I had wanted to eat a light lunch, maybe just salad because I was invited to my Italian friend’s house to celebrate her daughter’s 1st birthday. Let’s just say I had an inkling there would be some good food there ; )
That afternoon we walked to my friend’s house. She is from Verona, Italy. Her husband’s parents from Verona were visiting and had spent the ENTIRE day cooking a feast for the party: several plates of bruschetta’s in various incarnations; several platters of some other pastry with meat appetizers; a giant pan of lasagne to die for and this fabulous pan of mushroom or radicchio or whatever it was. I didn’t ask my friend because I forgot and she was so busy and frankly, at the time I didnt’ care what it was made of I just wanted to eat more of it! Her inlaws didn’t speak a lick of English except yes and no and my Italian is severely limited, so I never quite figured out what it was. I’ll ask my friend next time I speak to her.
For some reason my conversation with her inlaws was about me explaining how much Italian I was and which members of my family had come from Italy. For some reason, they were under the impression from my friend that my father had lived in Italy. The other part of our conversation besides me complimenting the food was them explaining a joke about how being called Nonno (grandpa in Italian) sounds so old!
Anyway, the celebration was in my friend’s backyard where they had several tables strung together and covered in pink plastic tablecloths, balloons strung around the yard (I think my kids popped at least two of them — mamma mia!) and lots of San Pellegrino, Italian beer, wine and lemonade for the kiddies.
They brought out THREE, yes three, lovely cakes, with what looked like marzipan frosting. I, however, did not sample any for two reasons: Mainly that I don’t care for cake and also because my jeans were fitting really well yesterday for the first time in weeks. That is always motivation for me.
After we sang Happy Birthday, the child’s father popped the Prosecco and we all had a smidgen of this dessert wine.
I told my friends about the American tradition of placing a huge piece of cake in front of the new 1-year-old and letting them dig their hands into and eating it with their fingers, smearing it all over their face in the process. They both said they had been told that ODD American tradition and UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES was that going to happen today! It was so funny. They were so adamant about it!
And frankly their darling daughter looked precious in one of the most beautiful pink child’s dresses I have ever seen.
Not to mention the fact that after most people had arrived at the party, she made a fashionably late appearance to her own celebration because she was being freshly bathed by her mother.
I love Italians. And Spaniards and French people. My friends from these countries in America have always been such examples of the good life — la bella vita, the sweet life — la dolce vita, to me.
By the way, the Mother-in-Law from Italy definitely had La Bella Figura. An absolutely beautiful woman in her 50s with gorgeous short blonde hair, impeccable makeup, slim fitting white capris; a lovely yellow top, cute leather sandals and beautiful jewelry.
Because my kids and I were a little tired, I went home before they even had the barbecue, so I have no idea what everyone else had for “dinner” yes, the above foods were just appetizers!
After I put my kids to bed I watched “He’s Just Not That Into You” which I found to be a surprisingly sweet little movie.
Oh, I also forgot, on Friday night I saw Quentin Tarantino’s Inglorious Basterds (sic)
I love Tarantino and loved this movie so much. It was fabulous, even though I did have to turn my head away about half a dozen times because of a few really gory, violent scenes. He’s so good, he doesn’t need to add in those gratuitious violence snippets, but I guess other people like that.
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