My Husband the Metrosexual
Saturday was our neighbour’s birthday and Big Papa’s is Tuesday. Said neighbour told him all week they had a date Saturday afternoon. At the assigned time, four of them called on BP, piled into their Beemer, and went for manis and pedis!
I never thought I’d see the day. Now if I could just convince him it's OK to wear capris.
We had a fab Father’s Day. Cakes and I were up early. We were at Bonjour Brioche when they opened to buy some croissants for breakfast (the BEST croissants in the city, by the way).
We gave Cakes her new sand and water table to keep her occupied while we had a leisurely breakfast on our newly assembled patio furniture.
We showered BP with presents. New CDs (Kaiser Chiefs and New Pornographers) and an ACDC belt buckle. Big Papa, who is actually far from a metrosexual (a lot of his clothes come from MEC) has a penchant for outlandish belt buckles.
We spent a lazy day around the house sipping iced tea and taking turns reading the paper.
Cakes retired at 7. I made Big Papa dinner and we dined alfresco: mixed greens with blue cheese, walnuts and pear; rack of lamb, green beans, and red potatoes with fresh chives from the garden. We quaffed a nice Bin 555 Shiraz we’ve been saving for a special occasion.
Our neighbours, who were also drinking wine in the backyard (still no fences), invited us over for dessert. They served us a wonderful ice-cream-and-boozy- fruit concoction. We brought a cheese tray with some cheeses we bought at the new shop that just opened in the ‘hood, the Leslieville Cheese Market. The cheeses were fantastic.
Now, I need to come up with something for Tuesday. I also suffer from having a birthday right next to another holiday (my birthday is Dec 31) and I don’t want Big Papa to get ripped off. I don’t know if I can cook twice in one week so I’ll have to come up with something different.