This was the month that it was my turn to host book club. I told Dad the date quite some time ago, and wrote it on our calendar. Two days before, I again reminded him. Turned out there was a little tiny bit of a conflict as he had scheduled the ol guys poker game here for the same night. He said no problem, the guys would keep the noise down. Love you Dad but I don't see that happening, could you guys play at D's house this one go round. Poker night was moved to D's house, then cancelled due to conflicts for the other ol guys. So, we had Dad here for book club, nine women and Dad, he was in heaven. Although he spent most of the time in his room watching the ball game, he did come out to partake of the food, and to flirt with the ladies.
Not at all sure I'm cut out to be the BC hostess type, now cowcamp I can do. You've got steak, beans, salad, salsa, beer, coffee, and pie. Damn Simple.
Book club is a whole nuther horse. Anyway as I am chanting, "I can do this"... I threw a round of Brie in the oven to soften, sliced veggies and fruits to dip, made a plate of olive oil and balsamic vinegar with crushed garlic, finely chopped fresh rosemary, pinch of pink salt & fresh ground pepper. Sliced a baguette of rustic bread. Poured a jar of Jill's award winning Pepper Jelly over a softened brick of cream cheese, and ringed it with organic wheat crackers. I opened bottles of red and white wines, and told them to have at it. Between the gals and Dad the only things left were a small piece of jicama and a snow pea.
The book: We proceeded to each in turn review the book for this month. There was much lively discussion and the consensus was that we all liked it. The book had been my selection, and I wasn't sure what their take on it would be. The book was "The Girl on the Train: A Novel" by Paula Hawkins.
I was feeling pretty darn good towards the end of the evening (the combination of wine & good company, no doubt) and thinking I had done fairly well for a country cowgirl. When one of the gals said, "So, what's for desert?" (Well dammit to hell and all the way back!) "umm, I don't do deserts, more wine?"