jantarzinho / dinner party

Meu marido tava louco pra convidar uma colega de trabalho e o marido dela pra jantar aqui em casa.
Como ele esta de ferias, achou que seria uma ideia maravilhosa marcar pra quarta feira. Nao, eu nao estou em ferias, mas e dai, ne?
Pra dar tudo mais ou menos certo, fui a um distribuidor de importados e comprei um lombao de porco com antecedencia.
No comeco da semana minha empregada se declarou doente e incapacitada a trabalhar pelo resto da semana e sumiu. ( como e que ela sabia que nao ia sarar ate o fim da semana?)
Na manha da quarta a casa estava de pernas pro ar, a cozinha parecia um campo de guerra e a gente ja nao sabia mais onde estavam as roupas limpas, a escova de dentes e a comida do cachorro.
Uma zona total.
Ligo pra confirmar o jantar e o cara me pergunta:
- 6 horas? 6:30?
quase infarto. Eu to trabalhando. Nao tem a menor chance de eu conseguir ter alguma coisa pronta pra por na mesa as 6:30 da TARDE.
- Ta maluco David, nos somos brasileiros. Vem as 8.
temperei o lombo e as 2 da tarde liguei pro Fabio botar o bicho no forno ( ele esta em ferias, lembra?)
As 7:50 estavamos com tudo pronto.
8 horas
8:15
8:30
8:45
- Vamos mandar um torpedinho? Vai ver eles se perderam...
9:00
9:30 eles finalmente chegaram. Eu ja tinha ido tirar um cochilo na sala de TV, as criancas estavam de pijama, prontas pra dormir - se nao fosse a fome enlouquecedora, que as manteve acordadas.


Botei o lombo que assou por SETE horas de volta no forno pra dar uma tostadinha. Acendi a parte de cima do forno.


Queimei o lombo
Esqueci o creme de papaia no freezer ( coloquei la so pra dar uma esfriadinha)
Quebrei um prato


Resumindo - o dito jantar foi um desastre! E isso o que acontece quando voce convida amigos pra jantar no meio da semana.


PS eu comentei que a cozinha esta agora interditada por que a empregada ainda nao apareceu e nos oficialmente usamos os ultimos pratos e talheres??

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My husband really wanted to invite a coworker and her husband to come for dinner at our place.

As he is on holiday, he thought it would be a wonderful idea to schedule it for Wednesday. No, I'm not on holiday, but who cares, right?
Trying to be as prepared as possible, I went to an imported meat distributor  and bought a pork loin several days in advance. 
On Friday, my maid declared herself sick and unable to work the whole coming week. She simply packed and disappeared. (And how she knew that her cold woyuld last a whole week, I have no idea).
On the Wednesday morning the house was upside down, the kitchen looked like a battlefield and we no longer knew where were our clean clothes,  toothbrush or dog food.
A total disaster.
During the day, I call to confirm the dinner and the guy asks me:
- 6 pm? 6:30?
I freaked out big time. I'm working. There is NO chance I could have something ready on the table by  6:30 in the AFTERNOON.
- David, don't be crazy, you are coming to have dinner with Brazilians. Come at 8pm.
I seasoned the pork loin and 2 pm phoned Fabio to put the meat in the oven (he is on holiday, remember?)
 7:50 pm we were all set. Dinner ready, table looking pretty - all good to go!
8 pm
8:15
8:30
8:45
- Let's send a text? Maybe they got lost ...
9:00
9:30 they finally arrived. I was already taking a nap in the TV room, the children were in pajamas, ready to sleep - and they would have, if it wasn't for the terrible hunger  that kept them awake.
The pork was in the oven for SEVEN hours, but when they arrived I decided to put back just to warm it up. The meat was so tender, so deliciously moist, i could not wait to eat it. I turned on the top burners of the oven.
I burned the pork. And I felt sad. 
Then I forgot the papaya cream in the freezer (I put it there only to cool it down a bit - 3 minutes, 5 minutes maybe)
I broke a plate
In short - the dinner was a disaster! 
That's what happens when you invite friends for dinner in the middle of a working week.

PS Did  I mentioned the kitchen is now officially off limits? the maid is still not back and all our china, cutellery and glasses are dirty, waiting for a miracle to happen.
I still have faith...