OK, so you will all remember that the stuff we brought to Switzerland was all of the stuff out of the Clemson house, right? The Clemson house was really like a play house, not a real house. The kitchen, for example, was not fully equipped. I mean, I had dishes, a corkscrew and wine glasses and that was about it. I never really cooked anything in that house because I always took the kids out to eat when I went up there.
Anyway, so we had to buy one of those sets of graduated sauce pans when we moved here. We also bought a frying pan. Do you see where I am going with this? So, Mr. Big just calls (it is 11 a.m. on Thursday) from Nuremberg, Germany wanting to know if it is OK if we have 4 of his colleagues to the house for dinner tomorrow night. I really want to, because even though they are his controllers and accountants and conversation will be oh-so-stimulating I’m sure, at least it will be something to do and it will be people to talk to besides Mr. Big.
However. However. Remember, I do not have a car. Our one car is at the Geneva airport, where it has been since Tuesday morning when Mr. Big left. I am trying to wrap my mind around the physical logistics of serving a dinner party for 6 including appetizers and dessert with only my own two feet, public transportation, a bookbag , my two Mindy bags and my six ice trays. I estimate, conservatively, that it would involve at least 5 trips back and forth to town to buy all of the alcohol, foodstuffs and pans that I would need. I mean, I don’t even have a cookie sheet or a baking pan, or anything. Maybe even more than 5 because a nice dessert has to be carried in two hands, so that’s one trip all by itself.
I told Mr. Big that I didn’t think it was going to work out, but I don’t think he gets it. Ya know, what’s wrong with a nice restaurant? OK, moment over. Only 29 minutes to go until noon when I can open the wine.
Cheers
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