Megh's -hic!- 21st Brithday Party

Hello again, Fanatics!
Sorry that it's been a while since you've - blah blah blah we're lazy at writing the blog.

Anywho, last Wednesday was MY birthday. I finally turned 21 and instead of going to Prohibiton, a speakeasy themed restaurant/club here in Houston like we had planned, we bought some groceries and stayed home. I think I cried a little. Aaron's mother baked me a wonderful Black Russian cake, which Aaron and I ate all by ourselves instead of sharing with our guests at my party on Saturday.

My party was a fairly intimate affair, with only 5 people coming over. My best friend from high school dropped by to say hello and drop me off a card and balloon. We only see each other every 3 or years (it's sort of a running tradition). Aaron's friend Tank arrived, shortly followed by our other guests. Having everyone in the living room all at once made me realize that most of our friends are a good half foot (or more) taller than us. Boohoo.

I got a vintage glass candy dish from my friend Sam and Judy (my sister's best friend) and her boyfriend got me a teddy bear tshirt in a can. Tank brought over what looked to be a 24 pack of beer and Marcello (a boy from high school) made pasta sauce and ice cream.

My party differed vastly from Aaron's. We did not play a board game, Isaac did not attend, and half of the party was celebrated outside, mostly because it was a pleasant night. I also made a cocktail shaped pinata for the evening, filled with dollar store candy and chocolate liqueurs. A labor of about 12 hours, it lasted about three minutes. Tank managed to break the thing's stem off with a mighty hit, and I surprised myself by bashing it open.

My first handmade pinata!

I'm embarrassed to say that that I only remember snippets from the rest of the party. We played a party game where each of us made cards that I found hilarious, I am pretty sure someone let me make s'mores near an open fire pit, I convinced Aaron to wrap up sausages in foil and throw them into the fire. It was fun. Everyone stayed over and I did quite a bit of cooking the next morning. Our house is still a mess.

Now that our birthdays are over, the next big thing we have to look forward to is Comicpalooza in May; so our posts now should focus on more Fanatic subjects until then.

Stay Fanatic!
-Megh

Did you know?...

I was a vegetarian for about 10 years. When Isaac came along, my stomach was too sensitive and my energy too low for me to prepare any real, healthful vegetarian dishes. So for the duration of my pregnancy, I ate meat. Mostly baked or grilled chicken, as my meat-free childhood ill prepared me for stomaching fattier meats, such as pork and beef (as well as both of those tasting like death to me).

 Last night, I learned that my weak, vegetarian-conditioned stomach also could not handle preparing a whole chicken.

Well, game hen.

I had been wanting to roast a game hen for as long as I can remember, and yesterday I resolved to do it. How hard could it be? After all, I had cooked frozen boneless chicken fillets, and even raw, slimy ones. The hen looked all nice and neat in its little package, so I assumed it would be like the fillets, only chicken shaped and with bones. Let me give you my first impression upon freeing the hen from its plastic case.

"OH MY GOD THIS IS ISAAC." The hen was a chubby, pale pink thing, and was similar to the size of my son when he is curled up. After yelling out out to Aaron that I had murdered something, I inspected the chicken more closely. Moving its wings and legs and little joints made me sad. Finding the cavity through which it had been gutted and cleaned was embarrassing. And picking it up and feeling the weight and remembering that it had once been a living, breathing creature made me swear off meat again, this time forever.

It was delicious.