FRIDAY
Are you one of the obsessed? Will you be waiting in line at the stroke of midnight when the final Harry Potter is released? My geekish clan will be decked out and hotly debating our picks for the dead pool while we wait in line. Before we don our capes (yes, we have three), the Madame Rosmerta in me will most likely brew up some Butterbeer for me and the kids. I might whip up a batch of Mrs. Weasley’s rock cakes or some Hogwarts Express cauldron cakes for in-line noshing. If only I had a house-elf.
SATURDAY
The husband plays on a team in the AHA which is known around here as Old Guy Hockey. They’ve struck up a friendship with another team in Eau Claire who call themselves The Mighty Docs and have scheduled an off-season summer game. Oh, and then both teams are COMING TO MY HOUSE FOR DINNER.
At first, there was a casual “hey let’s have everyone bring something to grill and we’ll play it by ear” thing. Sorry, I’m WAY too much of a control freak for that. What if someone brings frozen burger patties and someone else brings steak? What if someone brings potato salad and someone else brings potato salad? No no no. I’d rather handle it all and make sure that needs are met and flavors mingle. So it’s a pizza party, because it’s easy, popular, and I didn’t put a wood-burning oven in my house for decor reasons.
Clearly we’ll headline with all-time-faves pepperoni/sausage and four cheese. Big winners have included bbq shrimp, buffalo chicken, goat cheese/pesto and salami/red pepper. When I think people are winding down, I’ll sneak in one of my favorites: prosciutto and brie with capers and truffle oil or arugula, red onion and large curls of parm with a fried egg on top.
SUNDAY
Brunch with the girls. Looking for somewhere not too stuffy, somewhere that has honest, delicious, high-quality food (given the real potential for pizza overdose the night before), somewhere I can cackle loudly over copious amounts of strong coffee…in short, Cafe Twenty-Eight in Linden Hills.
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