June 1, 2007

The Last Last Supper

Ruth had left for her trip and Carol and Louise were coming for dinner. They’d made me promise I would utilize the various bits and pieces we’d moved out of their house a couple of days before, and that I wouldn’t spend any money. So naturally I limited my purchases to a little chicken stock, fresh parsley, a small carton of cream, a pork loin, an airplane bottle of brandy and a bottle of Riesling. They arrived promptly at 6:30-ish, we opened wine, and while we talked about their final move to Tasmania the following day, I made dinner. I sliced the pork loin into steaks and seared them on both sides. I then removed them from the pan and added onions, garlic, thinly sliced mushrooms, and a variety of mushrooms. When they were almost done, I deglazed the pan with a little brandy. I added the pork back to the pan, topped off with chicken stock and a little cream. As it all simmered away I made a quick salad with mustard vinaigrette. While I was cooking, Carol lit a fire in the kitchen fireplace. Over the truly lovely fire, we ate our dinner and opened a second bottle of wine. After dinner, we spent the rest of the evening singing along to Carols tunes on the piano, scouring books to look for the porn, and playing “race Kristin from the office to the fire place on the wheeled desk chair.”
Lesbians like this just don’t come along every day.