Weekend started off well with going out for Mexican food Friday night, so nice but not so healthy. We always manage to overeat. I know I will get stuffed by having a starter, and still, we usually order chicken wings to share. By the time my salad arrived I was ready to fall asleep, Gavin too I think, he didn't finish his quesidilla either, which is unusual.
Saturday turned out to be a super busy day. We got up around 8 to watch the footie but unfortunately Liverpool was not on so Gavin watched another game before we got ready to head down to Lake Forest and the hairdresser. Once we were there, we ended up going to the barber's instead and that was certrainly a trip to the past. Sweet little place. After Gav's makeover we bought some EXPENSIVE bits and bobs at the Indian-British supermarket and then headed up to Los Angeles to Olsson's, a Swedish little supermarket owned by three gentlemen in their best years...they were in their seventies..or eighties. Very cute. Not a cheap place but oh so necessary. Paid 80 dollars for this and that and ordered the most important thing - THE Christmas ham! 5 kg!!! I forgot to ask how much it is but no doubt, this will be the most expensive Christmas ham ever.
Husband took me out for lunch, a small panini place around the corner where we contemplated where to go next. Felt silly to drive for an hour to do 20 min shopping and then drive back again. We decided to go to the Grove. The Grove is an outdoor shopping complex with cinema, farmer's market and restaurants. Turned out to be very nice. It felt a little weird seeing this smashing christmas tree in the middle of the complex while still walking around in a t-shirt.
The farmer's market turned out to be a little gem and now we know where to go for lunch next time. Even if the paninis were tasty..it is nothing compared to what the food at the market looked like :)
Sunday started off well and ended in disaster, in Sunday roast disaster to be more exact. We took a nice walk along the trail in the morning, watched a few video clips on youtube how to fit the baby seat in the car when we got back (turned out to be a a little trickier than expected, luckily I am married to an engineer!) and then ventured out to babies r us for some baby necesseties. As usual, NO customer service in there and as always we needed forever to make our minds up what to get. Which pampers, bottles, wipers...
Came back and started cooking what was meant to be the first SUPER DELICIOUS ROAST DINNER AT THE CLARKE'S...but instead turned out to be a complete disaster.
We are pros when it comes to roast dinners, especially the yorkies and the spuds turn out to be crispy and perfect. Beforehand I had been reading up how to roast a chicken in a gas oven, bought these Thanksgiving magazines for tips...and yet, we broiled it instead of baking it for the first hour. I miss European owens. After a while we (Gav, Alan, me) felt this strong smell in the flat and noticed something was melting in the oven. Plastic. While Gavin gav me the blame for not taking the plastic label off the new chicken tray Alan noticed it was not just plastic covering the the inside of the oven, but something looking like ash..
My very expensive Himalayan rosmarin sea salt, bought in Sweden. Somehow that little devil had attached itself to either the potato pan or the chicken tray in the oven and melted. Off with the oven, get the screwdriver out, open up oven and hover up all the sea salt..oven back on, in with the food, and one hour later but 2 hours delayed we could sort of enjoy the overcooked and reheated roastie toastie..Doubt Bratton will be over for food any time soon.
Watched the new episode of The Walking Dead and then went to bed after watching Gavin nodding off several times.
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