i was very nervous going into Saturday Sibling Dinner. My sources (Kate) had told me that the main dish would be piatzi chicken, however you spell that. my father likes to make piatzi chicken, and we used to have it like every other night when we were growing up. he always made it the way my mom makes cookies and pizza: overcooked. i had seen it overcooked so many times that i forgot that it could be cooked without burning the chicken, and i was somewhat dreading having to choke down blackened chicken breast for the millionth time.
to my great surprise, kate had managed to make the piatzi chicken without overcooking it! it was made to perfection, and dinner was saved! the icing on the brownies was kind of weird tasting and the beans were cold (my fault for showing up late), but other than that dinner was paramount! (i am not quite sure what that means, but it sounds like it should mean "very good")
kiki's delivery service was a good movie, just like i remembered. the small black cat provided comic relief with anecdotes such as "if you wake up in the morning and see a white cat, it's me," and "my friend jeffrey helped me out! he's a GOOD DOG!" liel was very considerate and did us all the favor of keeping track of how many times kiki's bloomers show, and joe complained whenever the heater turned on. (which was about every fifteen minutes) we came to the conclusion that the painter lady who lives in the middle of the forest is an inactive mormon, and that it was very rude of the boy tombo not to introduce himself properly upon meeting kiki.
all in all, quite a success. i feel kind of bad because kate did all the work for dinner, and the only thing i did was bring the salad, but i am fairly certain that if i were to cook dinner, no one would want to come back the next week. as it is now, things are looking good and the Vasicek Siblings (plus danny) are united in the common cause. next week seems to be a go for sure.
that is all. over and out.
1 comments:
It's spelled "Piazza."
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