Jersey City is a miserable place to live if one hates good-byes (which I most certainly do). Over the five and a half years that we have lived here, Izzy and I have been bidding farewell to far too many of our friends, many of whom have up and left here for greener pastures. Most are in search of better schools, more affordable housing and cleaner living.
The latest ones to abandon our fine city are Izzy's friend T and her family. They are off to Portland, Oregon. June 30 was their last dinner in J.C. and I invited them to our house for a bbq. The first bbq they had with us, turned into an un-bbq, since we ran out of propane. I had hopes that this one would be better.
My original plan was to prepare grilled tofu and brown rice, grass-fed beef sliders, tomato/mozzarella/basil salad, grilled corn, and yellow beans vinaigrette. But during the day, S. called to say she would be bringing along fish. She wanted to bring tuna. I should have warned her against it but how could I say no? What a mistake that was. With so many other things cooking, I overcooked the tuna until it was dry and unpalatable, one reason (besides the mercury factor) I steer clear of tuna in the first place.
Other than the tuna incident, it rained and we had to stay inside, which is not at all what I had in mind. The rain did not keep me from firing up the bbq but it wasn't ideal for our rambunctious children - who did manage to get in some last precious minutes of frolicking, nonetheless. It would be their last opportunity to play together for a long time and they did make the most of it (despite the squeals from T.'s Mama).
Dessert was homemade oreos and fresh berries with whipped cream. I sent them off with extra oreos for their plane trip. From the brief correspondence we have received, all is well in Portland but Izzy and I are missing them here.
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