Man, how to update a website when you don’t do anything… Puzzling indeed. I mean honestly, you can only spin “went to our friends house for dinner” so many ways. We are also in the midst of moving, which has us in quite a bit of turmoil. The house is a shambles, can’t find anything, somebody always wants you to sign a 25 page document… Ugh. I think this is about our third time moving since my adamant declaration of “I am never moving again.” Maybe we’ll get it right this time, who knows.
So the theme for this weekend was “going to a friends house for dinner.” What can ya’ do. Hey, honestly there are worse ways to relax. Friday’s menu was carne asada tacos with all the trimmings. We gorged ourselves on this great meal, then sat outside enjoying the fantastic weather around their fire pit. Is that so bad? Nah, I suppose not. Speaking of the weather, it has been very Missouri-esque around here. Last week was just wicked hot, as in 100+ for several days. Downright stifling. Then, just in time for the weekend, it dropped a good 30 degrees. Chalk that up in the “positive” column.
Saturday we headed over to another friends house for another dinner. We only have two friends out here, so you could say we just really ran the gamut this weekend. Generally this group is big on cooking dinner, and I have to say we’re pretty fair hands at it. This particular evening though, we opted for takeout. Our fare of choice was the aptly named “Yummy Dumplings” in Cameron Park. As one might guess, their featured menu item is dumplings. They have a few other options, but definitely a one-page menu. I must say, the dumplings are, as advertised, yummy. I’m confident I’ve tried every variety on the menu, and while I do have a favorite (pork and kimchi, steamed,) they are all delicious. The post-meal plan was to suit up and enjoy their recently installed hot tub. Everyone was too full to bother changing into swimsuits though, so we just sat on the side and soaked our feet. Fair enough.
Sunday, we made an honest effort at a return to our “normal routine,” such as it was. Sundays in the Spring are meant for putting the top down on the convertible and going wine tasting. It just makes for a nice day before the work week. Most, not all, wineries are back open in some fashion, and are blasting the news all over social media. Hey, we’ll bite. Well, it just didn’t work out so well. You can’t really “taste” the wines per se. You can just order a bottle for the table, and you also have to get food. That’s all well and good if those are the rules, I suppose, but it’s not really what I want to do. I like to try their different wines. (Sort of the entire point of going wine tasting, at least in my mind.) And to boot, I don’t want food, I ate lunch before leaving. Well we were out and committed, so we gave it a try. The weather was fantastic, if nothing else. We made it to three places and called it quits. That’s three different wines tried (for those concerned, no we did not drink three bottles of wine; There was a group of us,) three different sandwiches, three kinds of fries, and 1/2 a sleeve of Tums. Well, we gave it a shot. The day was still pretty young when we called no joy, but everybody was so full we just went home and hit the couch.