The Gentleman's Club ... or ... The Finest in male misbehaviour
meet with a few of the boys for our usual friday happy hour
much drinking and schmoozing ensued
then we retired to my home to smoke some Bolivar Churchills
[one of the best cubans I have ever had and always a favourite in my home]
I popped a bottle of macallan 1990 elegencia that I picked up in the states
and threw my extensive collection of old jazz on random
we spent a couple hours, smoking tasty cigars talked about society,
sailing and other more impolite topics
then I was hungry and since none of us had eaten
suggested that I whip something up
they didn't want me to go through the trouble and suggested pizza
*sigh*
I told them it was no trouble would just whip up some pasta
it would take about twenty minutes
put some water on the stove
showed the boys the wine cellar
which was greeted by the comment
"Just who are you?"
of course what was meant was
what the hell are you doing up here
I whipped up the following
herb encrusted chicken sauteed elephant garlic wafers
linguine draped in a honey mustard raspberry sauce
asparagus in a yellow curry butter drizzle

and while I had planned a white wine
they had stated a preference for red
so I popped one of my favorite bottles
of a light french table wine
which has a hint of raspberry in the palette
and so fit in quite well with the meal
it was of course
entirely fabulous
and am I trying to see if I can schedule
a dinner party for Wednesday
so as to include the wives/girlfriends
[not to mention actually have an excuse to cook something special]
we retired to the living room for cigarettes and cognac
and vitriolic discussions on bastardry
[or politics as it is sometimes called]
much drinking and schmoozing ensued
then we retired to my home to smoke some Bolivar Churchills
[one of the best cubans I have ever had and always a favourite in my home]
I popped a bottle of macallan 1990 elegencia that I picked up in the states
and threw my extensive collection of old jazz on random
we spent a couple hours, smoking tasty cigars talked about society,
sailing and other more impolite topics
then I was hungry and since none of us had eaten
suggested that I whip something up
they didn't want me to go through the trouble and suggested pizza
*sigh*
I told them it was no trouble would just whip up some pasta
it would take about twenty minutes
put some water on the stove
showed the boys the wine cellar
which was greeted by the comment
"Just who are you?"
of course what was meant was
what the hell are you doing up here
I whipped up the following
herb encrusted chicken sauteed elephant garlic wafers
linguine draped in a honey mustard raspberry sauce
asparagus in a yellow curry butter drizzle

and while I had planned a white wine
they had stated a preference for red
so I popped one of my favorite bottles
of a light french table wine
which has a hint of raspberry in the palette
and so fit in quite well with the meal
it was of course
entirely fabulous
and am I trying to see if I can schedule
a dinner party for Wednesday
so as to include the wives/girlfriends
[not to mention actually have an excuse to cook something special]
we retired to the living room for cigarettes and cognac
and vitriolic discussions on bastardry
[or politics as it is sometimes called]

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The guy on the right reminds me of Chris Klein o_O Or am I being retarded?
Also I'm assuming this happened yesterday, as today is Saturday!
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it is chris klein
so no
*grin*
and ah its easy
once you learn how to stage everything
so that it is cooking and ready
at the same time
and since the only thing that takes any time
is the sauce
well and boiling water
yep
twas a delightful friday evening
leg pulling
of course
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Tonight I'm going to make some spagetti with canned pasta sauce and frozen meatballs. Suffice it to say that I'm not much of a cook.
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Fell off the wagon
several times even
*grin*
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I am in awe of your abilities to create a regular social group anywhere you go. It takes determination and charm. Nice work!
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until a few years ago
granted I had the occasional instance where I found something with mustard that I liked, it was the exception not the rule
then I sort of figured out
I was a mustard snob
I like those fancy pancy mustards
in teeny jars
that rich people give each other for their birthdays
[which is how I got them in the first place]
even grey poupon
isnt up to snuff
and
being a charming, brilliant and talented man helps with the latter, as does being the reincarnation of the lord and savior. of course I let you decide which is more probable
*wink*