Pondering the Menu

From The Tale of Benjamin Bunny by Beatrix Potter

With my head firmly in the sand, the holiday has snuck up on me.  We're going to have a quiet one.  Well maybe.  Mr. Larger Than Life is coming and because a shout is a whisper to him, it ought to be fairly loud with all these empty walls and floors.  Rachel will be here too and she should keep me fairly busy.  I hope it's nice so I can swing with her out on the porch.  Sebba is bringing her new beau to meet the family.  Nothing like trial by fire for the young man.  At least he doesn't have to contend with the dog who pretty much hated all her boyfriends.  If Duke's ashes fall off their perch, we'll know something isn't right.

I still don't have living room furniture yet, though I ordered it today.  It's coming just in time on Tuesday.  Nothing like Procrastinating, which you all know by now is my middle name.  The windows will be clean though as long as it doesn't rain.  I hired a contractor to do that dirty job tomorrow.  I also have someone coming tomorrow to help me clean the empty house.  Ha. Slacker is my confirmation name.  Really though, there are miles of hardwood in this house and it would be nice if someone else would do the heavy work here for a day.

That leaves me to ponder the menu.  Honey Baked Ham?  Ho-hum.  Roast leg of lamb?  Now we don't really know our oven yet, do we?  That could be a disaster.  OK.  How about stuffed grape leaves?  Yum.  I'll have to find a slave to help me roll them all.  I'll make a ham too-the Barefoot Contessa's mango chutney glazed ham.  That sounds pretty tasty.  Some cheesy potatoes because that sounds easy.  Roasted asparagus is pretty simple too, and a salad. I'll buy dessert and the bread, although I've had a hankering for those lemon bars again.  Those sound spring-like, don't they?  There!  Now that wasn't so bad, was it?  Remind me, I need to buy earplugs.

What are you making for dinner on Sunday?  If you tell me reservations, I'll cry.