This year we celebrated Mother’s Day at my sister, Katie’s house. Which is just as well because she did happen to say, loudly, that posts regarding her family have been ‘very light on’. So here is a post all about Mother’s Day at Katie’s house.
Except first I have to tell you all about how Rosie is recovering. I was allowed to bring her home from the animal hospital on Saturday morning. The vet said that for her weight she had ingested enough theobromide to send her into seizures. Somehow, she avoided the seizures which is good because then she would have been put on a respirator. I was pleased Rosie didn’t have to suffer that sort of treatment but Carl was relieved for a different reason – being on a respirator would have sent the bill into the thousands instead of what it was, nearly $500.00. Who knew a chocolate Easter bunny could be so expensive.
The poor girl was so dopey on Saturday she could barely open her eyes. She asked to nest in the clean washing basket so as a special treat to help her on her way to recovery, I lifted her into the washing basket where she made a nest on Carl’s shirts.
Just before sundown I took her out for a gentle stroll and her usual trick is to bark at as many things, living or dead, as she can. But that night she couldn’t because over the past few days, the retching from all the vomiting had caused her to lose her voice.
Anyway, she survived! Some of us are more happy about that than others but let’s move on…
Not everyone could make it to the Mother’s Day lunch with one of my sister’s being in Beijing and another in LA and Archie stating he had a shift at work, but even so, there were still 20 of us around the table.
Katie’s job was the main course and the rest was delegated. I was on for the hors d’oeuvres which was very easy. I already had some olive bread sticks from a hamper I was given so I went up to the deli and bought some prosciutto to wrap around the sticks. I have to say I was disappointed in the prosciutto as it was pre-sliced and sliced too thickly and a bit dry.
I also bought some bell peppers stuffed with pesto, some balsamic onions and a few dolmades. Someone did look at the selection and ask, ‘Where’s the olives?’ but that’s the thing; we always have olives and so I thought that at this function, they could be left off the list.
For the lunch we were seated at one very long table with kids down one end. They were given a different menu and served homemade sausage rolls that looked golden and glossy. Dipped in tomato sauce, there were no complaints from that end of the table.
The older crowd enjoyed an eye fillet of beef cooked on the bar-be-cue then after a rest, sliced thinly and place on a bed of rocket and covered in a sauce made from finely chopped cornichons, basil and parsley mixed with lemon juice and olive oil. It was fabulous. I think I need to blog that recipe.
We also had some chicken sausages because it’s not a bar-be-cue without a sausage.
The meat was served with a choice of two salads. One was beetroot and du puy lentils with a sheep’s milk yoghurt dressing and then some chopped mint to give it a kick of greenery. It was served in the largest salad bowl I’ve ever seen.
The other salad was chickpeas and cherry tomatoes and feta with lots of diced herbs. Very refreshing and so good for you.
There were two girls on dessert. My sister, Milly, made two baked cheesecakes that were decorated with strawberries and served with whipped cream. She changed the recipe to give the cheesecakes a gluten-free base and wasn’t happy with the results but I thought the dessert was wonderful.
Cousin Pip made a gluten-free plum cake and I will ask her for the recipe. It was very moist and not too sweet and the cake had some lime zest in the mix so it was quite refreshing. It was served with a creme anglaise that was amazing.
It was then time for a break from the children so Katie gave them some money and sent them up the road for an ice cream. While the kids were on their errand, chocolates were brought to the table but I seriously couldn’t fit another thing in. After a day of beautiful Autumn sunshine and an incredible meal spent with family, it was time to trek it home.
In the car on the way home I asked Alfie what ice cream he had. He said, ‘I didn’t get one’. I was devastated because I have to work so hard to get him to eat and it’s my goal for him to end the day without negative calories. But after a de-brief with Katie this morning, she said he spent his money on a bag of lollies!
We’ll have to let it be at Katie’s house again next year.