A side benefit of the arrival of the Pulisha Clan in de-I-dia, has been the opportunity to refine the family's favorite art form - Miscommunication. You have to really practice to get the level of misunderstanding that we have made effortless.
The planning of this Sunday's repast was just a small sample.
(Following dialog takes place over a number of days)
de-I to Pu and Tim de Buffalo - "The wine I ordered is in. Why don't we get together for a tasting with some cheese, pate, and appetizers?"
Pu to Mrs. de-I - "That Sunday is Easter Sunday. Maybe we should do a traditional Easter dinner like Tim is used to?"
de-I to all - "Easter dinner is great. Let's go with that"
At the Pu house on Saturday, Tim to de-I - "I thought we were having appetizers? I was looking forward to appetizers." (gnashing of teeth, recriminations and bitching by de-I and Pu deleted)
At the Pu house on Sunday, Pu to de-I - "I thought we were doing the Easter dinner?"
de-I to Pu - " I thought we were doing impromptu appetizers?"
Tim to de-I and Pu - "Just cook already, I'm hungry!"
So impromptu cooking it was:
I don't have the heart to tell him I never remember what I did from one time to the next so they're always different
Fresh corn frozen from last summer with lime juice, olive oil, NM red chile, cumin & Mexican oregano
Whole wheat bread browned in butter with thin slices of ham and fontina cheese
Dressed in olive oil & rice wine vinegar
We tasted four different wines, played with the kids, and had a great time.