(The first in a three-part series.)
The thirty-third week of 2009 was a bit of a killer at the office. Deadlines, meetings, and a major intrabuilding move of my entire publishing division to another floor made my four working days more intense than usual. Packing up my office and divesting myself of half my furniture and books shook me up a bit more than I was anticipating. The light at the end of the tunnel: taking Friday off so I could spend a three-day weekend in the Poconos with my dear friends EM and LS. They are the marvelous couple whose wedding I attended in Ireland this January.
Friday was spent getting ready for their arrival. By the time I’d set up the guest room, planned the menus, grocery shopped, and squeezed enough limes for margaritas it was 4 PM, and I still hadn’t gotten in my run. So I threw on my togs, fired up Little G, and headed out the door. At that exact moment, they pulled up in their Zip Car. Hugs, unloading of vehicle, pulling of rocking chairs into the sunny spot of the deck–and I was off, leaving my guests with their books. I only had one loop of the neighborhood scheduled; a quick recovery run to loosen up the tightness and achiness left over from Wednesday’s hills and Thursday’s core and stability routine at the gym. I led myself on a darting tour through the development, admiring the leafy greenness all around me, and was back home stretching on the deck with E and L in under 30 minutes. Before I hopped in the shower, though, I got my guests set up with cocktails and appetizers–all homemade. Truly, I fed and watered them well; I am so pleased with everything we ate and drank all weekend, I am sharing my menus with you. (You know me: ever-modest.)
Grilled flank steak marinated in fresh rosemary and lemon zest