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| Bob Cremin aka "Dr. Death" |
Things have been hectic since my recent blog posting about
Ken's knee replacement surgery in Napa Valley a week and a half ago. Since then I have travelled to Portland for a two day meeting and
Board Retreat for Pacific Continental Bank and attended two
ZINO Society Roundtable Investment Meetings earlier this week in Seattle and Bellevue. You can see my blog postings about both of those by clicking on the links above.

Last night was a culinary treat because friends
Bob Cremin aka
"Dr. Death" and
Patti Payne, who
Ken calls his
"Fairy Godmother Princess" since she was the one that finally convinced him to have the knee surgery, came to cook dinner and spend the evening with
Ken and me.
Ken is still recuperating from his surgery so we decided it would be most fun to stay home for dinner versus the challenge and hassle of going out.
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| Patti & Bob |
Bob showed up in his chef's jacket appropriately labeled
"Dr. Death" with two grocery bags of ingredients and
Patti showed up bearing her homemade, freshly baked bread along with sweet
Pepper Payne, her friendly and fluffy, Papipoo.
Both (
Bob & Patti, not
Pepper!) proceeded to chop and slice and saute. The outcome was divine! We feasted on
Bob's Yukon Gold potatos au gratin with freshly grated Emmenthaler and a wonderful prawn and scallop saute with sweet onions, tomatoes, peppers, and garlic in a buttery sauce. And we mopped up every bite of the delicious seafood saute sauce with
Patti's absolutely incredible bread.
For dessert,
Bob prepared Bananas Foster flambeed with brandy served over ice cream. Yum! Since we hadn't consumed nearly enough calories yet, I also served Brandy Ice, an adult milkshake blended with brandy, Kahlua and Creme de Cacao to accompany the Bananas Foster.
After dessert and more laughter and stimulating conversation,
Ken was ready for bed, so
Patti,
Bob and I played a hotly contested game of Scrabble until almost midnight. I think
"smore" is a word meaning those graham crackers with melted marshmallows and chocolate bars. Don't you agree?