Pot Lucks Rule!

Yesterday was not only Superbowl Sunday, it was my friend, Margot's, 40th birthday. Needless to say it was a day full of eating and drinking. My day started at home with egg, caramelized onion, and sharp provolone sandwiches made for my family (complete with visiting cousins), and finished with Duncan and I making pizza roll ups and banana berry smoothies at my sister-in-law's house for the big game. It is the middle part of my day that was spectacularly impressive. This was the pot luck brunch that Susie threw in honor of Margot.

Pot lucks can be risky, right? Too much bean dip, not enough salad. That said, my girlfriends really know how to bring it when asked to provide. The twelve of us started with the following: Mimosas, bloodys, and bellinis, Serena's homemade muffins and Jackie's coffee cake, cheese, salami and crackers with Susie's homemade mustard, shrimp cocktail, and fresh fruit. An hour of somewhat civilized conversation and 2-3 drinks later led us to the sit down brunch. Check this out: Amanda's poached salmon with potato pancakes and dill hollandaise, Dina's pecan praline french toast, Michele's Mickey Mouse waffles with fresh berries and whipped cream, Mimi's sausage, cheese and egg enchiladas, and spiral ham with more of Susie's crazy good mustard. We ate like queens. I was so impressed with the spread. My girlfriends rock! Of course we managed to toast the birthday girl many times over, eat our faces off, and retire to the basement for a little Wii and an always too revealing game of Truth or Dare. Really, Dina? Ellen, my God! And yes- guilty as charged.

After we had heard just about enough of each others sordid past that we pretty much already knew, having grown up together, we made our way back upstairs for my birthday carrot cake that paired very nicely with Margot and Michele's Strawberry cupcakes. This, of course called for another round of Mimosas, a well-tuned birthday song, and many gasps of "Oh, I couldn't, well, maybe a sliver." The day rocked, just like my friends. Happy Birthday, Margot... and Who Dat? Yay Saints!