Tuesday, June 01, 2004

Music: Elvis Presley vs. JXL - A Little Less Conversation (remix)
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Had the Family-That's-Not over yesterday for the cookout. Continued to argue with my Dad that Orzo salad, Tuna steaks, and lemon marinated chicken are not traditional BBQ fare. He refuses to admit it, but I know I have the moral high ground on this one :)

Quick flashback to Sunday and the BBQ at Aunt Jill's. I want to tell the story of "Uncle Louie's Clams."

So Uncle Louie shows up to Aunt Jill's with this huge bag of one hundred clams. When asked what the hell he was going to do with them, Uncle Louie declared that he was going to cook them himself. Enter the wary looks. Uncle Louie's cooking is pretty hit or miss, and the idea of 50/50 shellfish was unnerving. Uncle Frank and my dad just looked at eachother and followed him in to the house. Knowing that hilairity was about to ensue, I went too.

In the kitchen, I watched as Uncle Louie was pushed further and further from the stove by the two cooks. I'm tellin' you, it was hysterical. It was better entertainment than probably half the reality TV shows on right now. And then Uncle Frank and Dad started arguing about what to put in! Dad wanted more garlic, Uncle Frank wanted to use stronger wine...Uncle Louie started to say something, but Uncle Frank cut him off. (Don't feel too bad for Uncle Louie, though. He was laughing harder than any of the spectators). The clams soon went in to the liquid and when Dad caught Uncle Frank trying to add more wine, he turned away from the cilantro he'd been cutting to chew him out. My dad gesticulating with a serrated knife while scolding a bottle waving Uncle Frank...I hope that mental image never fades...

Once they'd come to terms with eachother, the clams were done and ready for the table. As one of the specatators brought the bowl out, I head Uncle Frank say. "Well, Louie, I hope those clams are a hit, because if they're not...it's your fault." And none of us laughed harder than Uncle Louie who had done nothing more than wash about a quarter of the clams. Thankfully, they were a big hit, so the Three Chefs were very proud.

But on to a quick note about yesterday's cookout (I'm not calling it a BBQ). Marie's John came! I was glad he decided to. I was worried he'd be too nervous, but he did great. Everyone loved him. My mom especially :P

To close this entry, I would like to point out that I am really fuckin' smart. Don't think me egotisitcal! Everyone needs a self-esteem moment every now and again. It's just that I was writing out a resume kind of thing detailing my education for this Tutoring Club in town that I want to apply to. As I was writing this stuff out, I realized that I've done some pretty amazing stuff: Dean's list at Bucknell, 5 on the European History AP test, getting by in all these super-difficult classes in college...I must be smart!

So, ummm...go, Me? I guess?

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