Asking for trouble. Begging for it.

I’ve invited my partner and his wife over for dinner tomorrow night. We’re leaving for vacation on Monday, and I want to show them how to feed the frogs.

But I’m on call.

And I have a patient in the hospital with a treacherous airway.

The gods are going to smite me, I just know it.

D.

6 Comments

  1. Lucie says:

    What are you cooking?

  2. Walnut says:

    Bulgogi, Chinese chicken salad, fruit salad, white rice. Haven’t made up my mind yet whether to make panna cotta or creme brulee for dessert.

  3. Stamper in CA says:

    I have to show my ignorance here; tell me what Bulgogi is.

  4. Walnut says:

    Bwahahahaaa! I’m post-call and no disasters happened and my dinner party went off without a hitch.

    I rule.

    Off to the airport . . .

  5. Lucie says:

    Have fun.