Weekend Wrap Up

The Smith's had a completely wedding-free weekend, so we tried to live it up as much as possible.  And by live it up, I mean be completely slovenly.  After Friday night's dinner with high school BFFs, I got up Saturday morning to a freshly mowed yard (thank you Mr. Smith), and decided to make some chicken salad to snack on for the weekend. 

It's a really easy recipe: 

Cook about a pound of chicken, for 30 minutes in the oven at 350 degrees.  I usually salt & pepper mine, with some lemon juice.

Grind it up.

Plop it in a bowl and add these four things, to taste:

Mayo, Sweet Relish, Chopped Pecans, and Red Grapes, which I cut in halves.

Served on croissants with pita chips... hmmmm...

The bitter/sour taste of the pecans and relish is an excellent juxtaposition against the sweetness of the grapes and croissant. 

 Er.... I mean, it tastes really good. 

Saturday night we headed to the Carroll's for a seemingly friendly "Game Night."  However, I'm more "Monica Gellar" about games than anything else. 

I want to win.  And I want to win badly. 

Competitive, no? 

Luckily my pals Miss Soon-to-be-Searson and Mrs. Carroll were there to be just as aggressive.  Poor Mrs. Schmaeling didn't know what was coming. 

We started out with a feast of sorts.

We had homemade mashed potatoes, squash casserole, tossed salad, rolls. 

And this was after our appetizers of cream cheese with pepper jelly and hot spinach and artichoke dip. 

Not that I ate all of this stuff, or anything.  I'm on the hunt for the recipes...

Mr. Smith grilled his Pork Tenderloin.

And then we moved to the real reason for the night.... Total Domination. 

Round 1 of Catch Phrase was an easy victory for our team.

See?  Not ashamed to hold up the #1 sign. 

However, Rounds 2 & 3 proved otherwise.  The boys swooped in and down right cheated. 

And by cheated, I mean CHEATED. 

There was answer stealing (by Mr. Smith, nonetheless), buzzer holding, and enemy tactics I haven't seen in quite some time.  Miss Soon-to-be-Searson even brought out the rules for clarification, even said they were in bold.  You can read her account of the night, here.

We moved on to Scene It, where the boys somehow won again.  We were ahead the entire time, and they swooped in with some Lou Ferigno reference, who is The Hulk in that old TV show. 

I hate boys. 

Until we meet again boys... watch your backs.