Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Scholarship of the Men's Retreat
Monday, May 01, 2006
Once we figure out where the Over is we will be sure not to put meat in it
The Pendragon of Logres said...
The Pendragon will want commentary!
4:51 PM
The Pendragon of Logres said...
P.S. Don't leave any leftover meat in the over this year (which you did last year, goddamnityouguys).
4:51 PM
The Pendragon of Logres said...
That should be "over," not "over."
4:52 PM
The Pendragon of Logres said...
Let's try again: "oven," not over. Don't leave meat to rot in the oven!
The Pendragon will want commentary!
4:51 PM
The Pendragon of Logres said...
P.S. Don't leave any leftover meat in the over this year (which you did last year, goddamnityouguys).
4:51 PM
The Pendragon of Logres said...
That should be "over," not "over."
4:52 PM
The Pendragon of Logres said...
Let's try again: "oven," not over. Don't leave meat to rot in the oven!
Evaluation
Gentlemen:
We have slipped. I give this year's Men's Retreat a B-, which in the age of grade inflation is the equivalent of a D.
Start with the fact that we screwed up every dinner to some extent, starting with my burned roast. The salmon was premature and then nearly immolated. The chicken was average. The less said about the rack of lamb the better (except that Rich and Jeff's lamb-roasting privileges are revoked at the next TMR). This came about as a result of inattentiveness on our part.
On top of that, we gave no thought to hors'd'ouerves, and as a consequence the Violet Hour was a pathetic spectacle of bread, bland crackers, and lonely cheese.
This mediocrity calls for a Mulligan Men's Retreat, doesn't it? Some time in the fall perhaps?
We have slipped. I give this year's Men's Retreat a B-, which in the age of grade inflation is the equivalent of a D.
Start with the fact that we screwed up every dinner to some extent, starting with my burned roast. The salmon was premature and then nearly immolated. The chicken was average. The less said about the rack of lamb the better (except that Rich and Jeff's lamb-roasting privileges are revoked at the next TMR). This came about as a result of inattentiveness on our part.
On top of that, we gave no thought to hors'd'ouerves, and as a consequence the Violet Hour was a pathetic spectacle of bread, bland crackers, and lonely cheese.
This mediocrity calls for a Mulligan Men's Retreat, doesn't it? Some time in the fall perhaps?
Final Evening & Morning
The Faithful Remnant enjoyed a simple evening of grilled chicken and a couple of Kistler chards. Rex Otii chose the music and he played some vaguely Celtic sounding folk singing chick. He was roundly denounced for trying to turn TMR™ into Lilith Faire. Were the Pendragon still with us we knew that this aggression would not stand.
The stars were finally out, so we repaired to the deck with cigars. The music selection, while ecclectic, was better. The melancholy of the Elgar Cello Concerto was followed by Tull, and we finished with Paleo-TMR™ favorite: "Pirates" from ELP.
The Pontifex and Justin finished watching "Planet of the Apes" to end the evening.
Rex Otii accurately predicted that our last morning would see the best weather. Obviously the Central Coast has it out for us.
This morning we have decided to cook ourselves, seeing that breakfast this year has seen our greatest culinary successes. Omelettes are on the menu.
Unless anything of interest (or of humor) occurs which requires posting this is the Faithful Remnant of TMR™ signing off!
The stars were finally out, so we repaired to the deck with cigars. The music selection, while ecclectic, was better. The melancholy of the Elgar Cello Concerto was followed by Tull, and we finished with Paleo-TMR™ favorite: "Pirates" from ELP.
The Pontifex and Justin finished watching "Planet of the Apes" to end the evening.
Rex Otii accurately predicted that our last morning would see the best weather. Obviously the Central Coast has it out for us.
This morning we have decided to cook ourselves, seeing that breakfast this year has seen our greatest culinary successes. Omelettes are on the menu.
Unless anything of interest (or of humor) occurs which requires posting this is the Faithful Remnant of TMR™ signing off!
