First there was the annual trek to the Lake Tahoe timeshare, then I was home a week. Then there was Lotusphere, and I've been home a week. Now that I've not had sufficient time to recover from either of the previous two trips, it's off to the third: Whistler, BC. This is another ski trip specifically to coincide with the WinterPRIDE event. If you're there and see me, say hi. :-)
This morning was spent doing all those tedious things that you just have to do before you go on vacation. This afternoon I found sufficient time to carve a nice chunk off my thumb, using a ceramic-bladed mini mandoline.
What was I doing with this miniature instrument of torture? I'm very much a foodie and love to cook. Since we're going to be gone next week and things have been crazy lately I decided to fix a nice romantic dinner. The menu:
Spinach salad with raspberry honey glazed cashews and crispy fried onions served with a warm bacon dressing
Filet mignon with a horseradish and ginger crust
Jicama, radish and jalapeno cole slaw with a champagne vinegar dressing
Jasmine rice with saffron, English peas and diced carrots
Blueberry gelee with fresh blueberries, balsamic vinegar glaze, and Grand Marnier whipped cream
I even got heart-shaped foil cups for the dessert! I was using the mandoline to slice the radishes for the slaw. I couldn't find the guard, so I was slicing the radishes on the mandoline until I got nervous, then using the back edge of a kitchen knife to push the radishes against the mandoline blade to do the rest of the slicing. On the last slice of the last radish, the kitchen knife slipped off the radish and my thumb hit the mandoline blade.
That's not the worst part of all this. I was prepping the filets when my partner came into the kitchen and asked what I was doing. He had been asleep (he works nights) and missed the thumb drama. I told him, and he reminded me that we are going out to dinner with friends tonight.
It's all about the communication, people. Enjoy the silence next week. :-)