Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Dinner with the Girls

I wish I had taken pictures, but I didn't, so you'll just have to visualize. 

4 of us "girls" in the cul de sac meet once a month for dinner.  We missed last month due to busy schedules and not being able to find  a day that worked for all of us.  We almost had the same problem this month but decided to go with 3 out of 4 and fortunately the 4th made it after her other commitment.

I wanted to do the dinner (make everything) and was very excited to cook a "grown-up" meal that everyone would enjoy.  Wednesdays are great for me because the kids go to choir practice with Mima and Papa at 5:00 and dinner is at 7:00.  I should have had 2 hours to whip up my gourmet meal.  As it turned out, Mima wasn't feeling well, so along with dinner for the group, I had to cook dinner for hubby and kids.  Hubby and kids had baked chicken breasts, corn and mac and cheese.

For the other dinner I made brown rice with sauteed squash, zucchini and red onion,  Garlic shrimp, and a salad with raspberry vinagrette dressing.  We accompanied dinner with Margaritas and had a fabulous brownie cheesecake for desert that I swear put me into a sugar coma for about an hour.  I'll try to remember to take pictures next time.

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