A great way to spend the weekend is to hang out with your friends. All the better when this is planned for a Saturday evening (which is really not such a great evening to go out to begin with) and includes a home-cooked meal plus some chick flicks.
Let me disappoint you right away, there won’t be any pajama pictures. But I have some pictures for the foodies of you thanks to Sandra. Cat and I started by going shopping in the afternoon, hitting three different stores to finally get an organic chicken. The rest of the ingredients were found quickly interrupted by short discussions about buying more stuff. It’s not so easy going shopping with Cat when she is hungry. A firm hand is needed here.
Upon arriving at Cat’s place we prepared the bird and the vegetables. We really wanted to eat something light and healthy especially since the dessert from Sandra only looked guilt-free (but was so good!).
It looked like a very happy chicken, don’t you think? Especially once it got a bit of a color and we added the vegetables to the pan.
By now we were complete after a spontaneous arrival from Leni. I have to take a page out of her book for flexibility! Great call of her to come because the four of us devoured the bird. The Before and After of the chicken:
From the chicken it was only a small step to go over to the next course, the dessert.
On the right you can see the delicious galette from Sandra, on top a rich and creamy raspberry chocolate tart from Fruth (a thank-you gift for babysitting from Ute) and lots of jelly sweets from our hostess.When we finally started with the first chick flick this is how the dessert table looked:
But rest assured that most of the candy and all the galette got eaten during Love, Rosie and Crazy, Stupid, Love (not even Photoshop would have helped to make our abs look like Ryan Gosling’s after this evening).
All of this got washed down with rose in every form (sparkling or regular). Once you choose a color it is good to stay with it. Anyway it fit with the vibe of the evening. It was the perfect girls night in which ended the next morning after a hearty breakfast (who would have thought that we could eat again?) and another movie.
Yours, Pollybert
