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Indian Native American Night

Saturday night we had Kreblog, Lnotes (Mrs. Kreblog), Heidi of Everyday News and Mr. Everyday News. Since one of the bunch is a vegetarian (I'll let you guess. Hint: the McGriddle is not available with vegiham) I thought it would be better to order out from Taste of India rather than make a lame attempt at vegan food. Plus, despite the best efforts of our little window AC unit, the apartment gets damn hot when you cram in 6 people, 3 cats, and turn on the stove. (Did I mention the new house has central AC!!!!)

Luckily, the vegetarian is no teetotaler [?] and plenty of martinis were imbibed all around, taking full advantage of my repertoire of lollipop martini recipes that I mostly lifted from PF Changs. I screwed up the Blood Orange martini not for reasons that Heidi implies, but because mid-recipe I had to open a new bottle of vodka and lost track of how many shots had already gone in the shaker... which I am certainly culpable of doing even when sober.

With dinner we had a 2001 Bolla Valpolicella red wine that had been suggested to Heidi as going well with spicy foods. It was a nicely spicy wine which I enjoyed, but I think it would be better paired with a spicy steak rather than the hot-spice of Indian food. We'll have plenty of opportunity to test this theory since we have almost 2 liters on-hand now! After dinner, some of us walked over to Dover Delite for ice cream, and then finished off the night with a glass of the light and refreshing 1998 Robert Mondavi Moscato d'Oro which is becoming one of my favorite dessert wines.

Things were great until someone totally embarassed themselves by dancing around on our very expensive antique coffee table wearing a lampshade and slurring their words. Really some people just have no class. Revelation of the night: One husband is not allowed to read his wife's blog and does not know the URL (which we discovered after he kept repeating stories we all had already read).