Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Prosecco and Crab Cakes
I drove home and thought, well, maybe I will take my daughter out to dinner and we can celebrate together, but I also forgot she had plans for the evening, so that was out. I stayed in my work clothes, still unsure what I felt like doing. It just seemed like I "should" be doing something special. It was too late to start calling friends. I had already texted everyone I knew proclaiming my good news. Now what? In the past, whenever I have left a job, there was usually some sort of going away party, or at the very least drinks at the local bar after work, but that was not the case this time. I was leaving for the competition and although they wished me well, it was not a happy day for them. Only for me.
Normally when I get home from work, I shed my business attire and slip into something more comfy, usually work-out gear to head to the gym, but I was not going to the gym tonight, so I did not feel like changing. My dress said party, but my wallet said STAY home! It was time for the "fridge stare". Open the door. Stand and stare. Nope, not that. Nah, don't feel like that. Ugh, too much chopping. Too healthy. Not healthy enough. Too many carbs. Eggs? Not breakfast for dinner again. And then I spotted it! Hidden behind all the milk and OJ and light cream cartons, the salad dressings and condiments, a small bottle of Prosecco that had been in the fridge since Christmas. The perfect solution to my quandary. And wait! It gets better! I opened the freezer and there were 6 frozen forgotten mini crab cakes in a box that had not expired yet. Bonus.
Mock champagne and semi-good crab cakes. I could make it work. I even had some creamy Renee's Dill and Cucumber dressing for dipping. I figured I would leave my dress on as though I was really going somewhere, put some music on and short of lighting a candle, I was set to make my own private party into an event. I prepared the seafood painstakingly in the microwave, hit the "that was EASY" button and cracked open the screwcap on the "champagne". Just as I sat on my counter stool to imbibe and nibble, and enjoy my cityscape and lake view, everyone and their brother started texting me, emailing me, calling me.
Here I was alone, but not alone. I wanted a party, and oddly, I sort of had one.
So, let me say thanks to everyone who called, texted and emailed. There have been many friends and family on this journey with me and I appreciate the support and the encouragements and the congrats from the bottom of my heart.
The next chapter begins April 17 at Elte. Come and see me. Bring friends. Be inspired.
I know I will be.