Weekend I’d Forget
The worst thing about my life growing up was that I was an only girl.
Goodness, if life now could be as simple as it was then.
It turns out, I was made to be an only girl. Even today I can only handle being around females for so long. Boys are far less fussy, they tell it like it is, and they talk a lot less. Plus, I never had to share my dress up clothes or Barbies with anyone but my friends.
Though I never had the sister I wanted as a child, as an adult I have been blessed with three sister-in-laws who I truly consider now as my sisters.
I wrote a little about them last year in this sibling overview.
Because of my recipe challenge on my other blog, this weekend I decided to host a girl's dinner just like Pioneer Woman did in one of the chapters of The Pioneer Woman Cooks. The idea to have the girls over was sparked more on the fact that the menu items were things that Hubby would have wrinkled his nose at.
I knew my sisters would better enjoy the varied menu of burgundy mushrooms, rosemary potatoes, olive cheese bread, wedge salad, roasted beef tenderloin, and crème brûlée .*
This was the first time my three sisters and I spent a meal together without any of the men around.
I liked it.
We spent the night laughing, sharing stories, and eating delicious food. They were overly sweet about the quality of my food despite the fact that the meat was rare (PW said it was okay though!) and the crème brûlée didn't set properly (the flavor was still incredible!).
*Naturally, I'll be covering this in more detail over at The Orange Strainer.
I can't believe I waited so long to have a girl's night with my sisters. I'm a creature of tradition, so I can't say for certain, but I feel like this is something I want to make happen on a yearly basis--at the very least.