Sorry for the reference to such an awful band. I hope a lot of you reading this blog are either too old or too young to get it. Believe me you're not missing anything. But now it's stuck in my head.
Yesterday we celebrated my daughter's confirmation. In the Catholic religion this sacrament usually takes place around the child's 12 or 13th birthday. Basically, it's the day when the child accepts entrance into the Church for themselves. At confirmation, they state the baptismal promises themselves instead of having their parents and god-parents do it as happened when they were baptized as an infant. Now it's up to them.
We had about 25 people over after the ceremony so I did a lot of cooking yesterday, but no BBQ. We had home made lasanga with beef, pork and veal and spinach-ginger cheese; spiral sliced smoked ham; steamed asparagus with butter and lemon; a tossed salad of field greens, baby carrots, grape tomatoes and fresh chives; Italian bread; oven roasted potatoes with garlic and fresh rosemary; and green and waxed beans. Good eats.
Except for the cat. Our cat knows one word in English - HAM. She can smell a ham from down the block. At one point she found herself alone in the kitchen with about a half pound chunk of ham. She ate it all. Today's she's been suffering like a drunk on Monday morning. Poor thing.
Tomorrow the Church is holding a "rite of going forth" or "rite of presentation" at the 11:00 mass. (I'm not sure about this because they didn't do it when I was confirmed back in the dark ages) So for the party after that, it's a grilled pork loin. I haven't figured out the rest of the menu yet.
No cooking tonight, just leftovers. Talk to you tomorrow.