After having fun at the company bowl-off a few weeks ago, I suggested to the gang that we all go bowling every so often! There is a deal at the local bowling alley that games are $1.25 on Monday and Tuesday nights after 8:30 pm. I was really surprised by the amount of interest, and some of my friends suggested that we all get together to have dinner, white russians, and watch the Big Lebowski. I'm not all that into the Big Lebowski, nor am I interested in white russians or any other drinks, but I said I'd make dinner for everyone. I wasn't expecting 10 or 11 people to say they'd come, so it was a little more stress than I thought it would be. I rushed home from work to go to my dentist appointment for a general teeth cleaning and check-up, and of course I started stressing about everything. While I was driving home, I became more and more paranoid that I had looked up the wrong dentist's address, and wasn't going to the correct place. In my mind, I kept playing out this embarrassing scenario where I walked into the office right on time and found out I wasn't in their appointment list. I kept thinking about this and thinking about this and dwelling on it and finally I just drove straight home, RAN up the 8 floors of stairs, RAN into the apartment, frantically searched my dentist on google, found out that I'd been going to the right place all along, hopped onto my bike, pedaled furiously over, and arrived, thinking I was 20 minutes late. I was 5 minutes early. I got some strange looks because I was terribly out of breath, but the appointment went well and I emerged without any cavities! Yay!
I then headed over to the grocery store to pick up the supplies for pizza, morroccan cous-cous salad, and a vegetable salad. I paid much more than I wanted to pay for this sort of a dinner, packed it all onto my bike, and pedaled furiously home. Once I got home, I had another dilemma: I had no idea how much pizza to make. My friends are pretty famous for not RSVP-ing and just showing up, and they are also famous for eating a LOT. I ended up asking Pam and letting her decide, and the verdict was that I would make enough dough for seven 12 inch pizzas. Then the next problem began: when I looked at the pizza dough recipes, they didn't multiply linearly. The recipe for two doughs was NOT the same as the recipe for one doubled. The recipe for three doughs was also not some sort of a linear scale from one or two dough recipes. I didn't know what to do, so I ended up making a batch of 3 pizza doughs according to that recipe, and putting it aside. Then I did that again, and put it in the same bowl. Then I made one more recipe, and put that in the same bowl, and let those all rise together. In the end, I smushed them all together, and spent the whole night fretting that the pizzas would somehow blow up as a result of this. I'm sure I could have made it much easier on myself somehow.
Friends started flocking in much earlier than I expected. Then, I made much, much more cous-cous salad than I had expected the two boxes to make. The morroccan cous-cous salad is pretty good. It's very simple, and it just has cous cous, peppers, olive oil, lemon juice, parsley, chick peas...and I don't remember what else. I had Tim and Pam cut up all the vegetables for the garden salad, and then the three of us started to assemble pizzas and bake them. I was fretting up a storm that everyone would be angry that the food wasn't ready, until Tim made me realize that his friends had all they need: drinks and a movie. By that time, the pizzas were starting to come out of the oven, so I let people go for the food. They all seemed very happy, and I always love homemade pizza.
After dinner, we all wandered over to the bowling alley. When we got there, we were terribly surprised by how crowded it was! It's a bowling alley! They are supposed to be smokey and empty and dark. It turned out that you have to show up at 7:30 to get a ticket to a bowling alley for 8:30. We wouldn't be able to bowl til 10 pm, so we decided to go chill at a local bar instead. It ended up being a lot of fun, but I don't think I am going to be very interested in throwing another big dinner again. I'll stick to small, two person parties for now.
I then headed over to the grocery store to pick up the supplies for pizza, morroccan cous-cous salad, and a vegetable salad. I paid much more than I wanted to pay for this sort of a dinner, packed it all onto my bike, and pedaled furiously home. Once I got home, I had another dilemma: I had no idea how much pizza to make. My friends are pretty famous for not RSVP-ing and just showing up, and they are also famous for eating a LOT. I ended up asking Pam and letting her decide, and the verdict was that I would make enough dough for seven 12 inch pizzas. Then the next problem began: when I looked at the pizza dough recipes, they didn't multiply linearly. The recipe for two doughs was NOT the same as the recipe for one doubled. The recipe for three doughs was also not some sort of a linear scale from one or two dough recipes. I didn't know what to do, so I ended up making a batch of 3 pizza doughs according to that recipe, and putting it aside. Then I did that again, and put it in the same bowl. Then I made one more recipe, and put that in the same bowl, and let those all rise together. In the end, I smushed them all together, and spent the whole night fretting that the pizzas would somehow blow up as a result of this. I'm sure I could have made it much easier on myself somehow.
Friends started flocking in much earlier than I expected. Then, I made much, much more cous-cous salad than I had expected the two boxes to make. The morroccan cous-cous salad is pretty good. It's very simple, and it just has cous cous, peppers, olive oil, lemon juice, parsley, chick peas...and I don't remember what else. I had Tim and Pam cut up all the vegetables for the garden salad, and then the three of us started to assemble pizzas and bake them. I was fretting up a storm that everyone would be angry that the food wasn't ready, until Tim made me realize that his friends had all they need: drinks and a movie. By that time, the pizzas were starting to come out of the oven, so I let people go for the food. They all seemed very happy, and I always love homemade pizza.
After dinner, we all wandered over to the bowling alley. When we got there, we were terribly surprised by how crowded it was! It's a bowling alley! They are supposed to be smokey and empty and dark. It turned out that you have to show up at 7:30 to get a ticket to a bowling alley for 8:30. We wouldn't be able to bowl til 10 pm, so we decided to go chill at a local bar instead. It ended up being a lot of fun, but I don't think I am going to be very interested in throwing another big dinner again. I'll stick to small, two person parties for now.
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