Tomorrow night is Butter Chicken night and I scared shitless. Yes I swore, get over it. I make damn fine BC however that's usually for four people, not a hundred. Ok, I'm not making it for one hundred people, but it feels like it.
Scott came with me yesterday to help purchase all the necessary ingredients to make my awesome BC. I forgot how nice it was to have a guy follow you around with a shopping cart which allowed me to walk, think and mentally add to my list. haahahahah, just kidding Scott if you're reading this....kind of. :)
So tomorrow I shall bail out of work early and hopefully be able to make some yummy BC for my fabulous team. If not, I'll order pizza. Whatever, food is food..... right?
PS, I made my liver pate tonight for my Wellington dinner on Friday. Did you know that when you fill up a turkey baster you SHOULDN'T point it upwards. It automatically squirts boiling water at you. FYI for you rookies out there. I'm not a rookie anymore as I learned the lesson this evening. Although I did find out that I have quick cat-like reflexes to move myself out of the way of burning hot water shooting at my face. Practicing "dodging" is what I like to think.
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