Just like Hollywood, I think I figured out a way to make one good idea into two! LOL LOL, seriously but not too seriously. I had started my blog post last week with what I’m about to write. At that time I realized I was going way too deep into my day up to the point of my cousins arrival and not adhering to my title and topic. I had saved the draft and my intention was to post this the next day. Well we all know what the road to hell is paved with, now don’t we?? Or is that the seed of yet another blog post about the origin and meaning of well-known and often soon-to-be-obscure phrases? We’ll see…. But back to the back story of last Friday’s visit with familigia and our subsequent dinner.
My day started out early enough, I had my list written from the night before. Where to go, in what order as well groceries needed. However, I had also promised a friend to go to his new house twice to open up the door for deliveries AND I would have to pick my husband up from the train. AND I wanted to make some gazpacho before my cousins arrived. I figured they wouldn’t want to go to the beach today, having just returned from Cape May and they would probably stay for dinner. It was such a hot day, cold gazpacho sounded just right for tonight.
Ah but the best laid plans of mice and men (and yet another little catchphrase!)…. Too many phone calls to get out of the house really early but OK, I’m finally on my way and first stop is the dry cleaners to pick up clothes I need for Sunday. Oh dear, the dry cleaning will not be in till later this afternoon. Mmmmm okay I’l come back later. Then to Laurie’s vegetable & fruit stand to pick up the ingredients for the gazpacho and snag a couple of peaches too and maybe a few ears of corn – mission accomplished. Next to Aldi‘s to pick up some staples; park the car, lock it walk to entry, oh I forgot my shopping bags. A minor delay but nothing to worry about, I flew around the store grabbing what I needed and rushed out. I just finished putting the bags in the car and my cell phone rings and it is the friend telling me that Lord & Taylor did NOT call him a half hour prior to delivery (so he would be able to alert me) but rather they were waiting at the house. This turned out to be not so inconvenient because if I went to his house now, I could then go to The Lillagaard to drop off the refrigerated stuff. I meet the driver and he has only 2 chairs! That seemed odd for a dining room and especially one whose owner is an interior decorator. But I signed for them, proceeded to drop off the refrigerated stuff and called him informing deed was done, and why only two chairs? Answer – apparently, L&T goofed up the delivery. Oh and by the way, would I be around on Monday for the Target delivery?
Back in the car and off to Starbucks for some well-needed caffeine and a cup of Pike’s for Pete upon his arrival and per his request. Off to Costco, noting the gas price of $3.35 per gallon whereas two weeks ago it was $3.15! I made a really quick trip through the mega discount-if-you-buy-giant-size store picking up what I needed for Sunday’s tea service. I still have one more grocery store to go to but decide I should call Peter and see where he is. Well, apparently he is and has been waiting at the station to be picked up. So I step on the gas as I wheel out of the Costco parking lot and thereby cause the tray with his cup of coffee to tip. It’s an interesting maneuver to be driving, talking on the phone and trying to retrieve a full cup of coffee from the floor of the passenger side. Of course I got coffee on my pants. I must have a full body magnetic field because food and drink stains are consistently drawn to me. At home in Manhattan, I believe I am personally responsible for sending at least Korean children to college.
I picked him up and we did NOT go home or Pass Go and collect $200. We went back to Neptune and to Wegman’s where the two of us set off in different directions in order to shop twice as quickly. Time was not on my side!!! I happened to pass the International aisle and the Goya bean display caught my eye. Mmmm maybe I should make my hot summer night stand-by-Tuna Fennel Cannellini Bean salad. Last words heard as we left the store, “I wonder if I have enough gin at home?” Hey I don’t check everything!
Of course Peter didn’t have enough gin! So leaving me at home to begin chopping, peeling, dicing, and juicing in the course of making gazpacho, Peter left to go out and buy some gin. Which turned out to be helpful to me because now he could drop off the rest of the refrigerated stuff at the hotel. And then my dear friend, Susan called. I believe she will read this so now she’ll know why I sort of rushed her off the phone and said, “Call me Sunday night when you get home!”
I don’t think it was much more than 10 minutes later that my cousins arrived and I realized I needed tomato juice. Funny how some things go together! I called Peter and asked him to pick it up, knowing full well, this would never be done without another phone call. After quickly greeting my guests, I excused myself to the kitchen to try and get this gazpacho underway.
If you’re wondering what happened after that and did not read the previous blog post, here’s the link;