The inevitable meeting between myself and Emily’s family happened as well. Not a bad inevitable, just inevitable as in it had to happen at some point or another and I wasn’t about to go in dragging my nails, kicking and screaming. In fact, I can honestly say I was pretty excited to meet them. I had met her mother before but it wasn’t a, “Hi, we’re together” thing it was more of a, “Yea, we dated once” thing and then I danced with her. So I’m sure I was on her good side for at least dancing with her. And well, mothers aren’t really scary to begin with. Fathers on the other hand can be, and although Emily’s father has a few inches on me, I think I could take him. Not that I tried, you know… but of course I sized him up just on the chance that he took me by suprise. Hah! Little would he have known I was prepared!
I had dinner with her mother and sister Thursday night at the “other” tapas place near Emily’s apartment while we sat outside in the cold. Then we got crepes, which I have to say are awesome with caramel and I got my own which meant no compromising with Emily on whether or not we can have caramel. Then on Saturday, I took her family on the gunpowder hike east from Bel Air Road to Pot rocks, where we had fun trying not to fall in the water and then after we did fall in, just walking through the water and goofing around. Dinner Saturday night was with her entire family, including her father’s parents, her aunt, Alan, and Anne Charlotte over at Rocco’s Capriccio in Little Italy. We had a few bottles of Clos du Bois Merlot, which has been one of the tops on my “wines I like” list for quite a while.
Sunday morning Heather and I had breakfast over at Claddagh’s pub with some great stuffed french toast, sausage, pancakes, and scrapple. Yes, we both love scrapple and yes, we both know how gross it really is. Then we walked around Canton a bit and spoke of our dreams of owning a house here and conveniently went into two open houses. The views were incredible and I lost track of time when I realized I was supposed to be over at Emily’s for a round of disc golf in Druid Hill Park with her family. Luckily, they were late as well and I met them over at the course just after they finished the second hole. They had to leave before we finished the game, and I left to spend my typical Sunday evening with my family.
So meeting her parents was good. I really wasn’t too nervous. I think the only bad thing is that they all saw the inside of my house, which was very unexpected and not nearly in presentable fashion. I wasn’t about to deny them of the use of my bathroom though, which luckily wasn’t in all that bad shape. Shew! Hopefully next time I spend time with Emily’s family, we’ll have electricity 90% of the time and my house will be clean.
QQ- What’s scrapple?
“Scrapple is typically made of hog offal, such as the head, eyes, heart, liver, bladder, and other scraps, which are boiled with any bones attached (often the entire head), to make a broth. Once cooked, bones and fat are discarded, the meat is reserved, and (dry) cornmeal is boiled in the broth to make a mush. The meat, finely minced, is returned, and seasonings, typically sage, thyme, savory, and others, are added. The mush is cast into loaves, and allowed to cool thoroughly until gelled.” Then it’s pan fried so the outside is nice and crispy. YUMMY!
Awesome! Thanks for posting that Hev! It makes me just want to go out and eat raw cow. Moo.
I guess scrapple is sort of like headcheese. Claddah’s sounds familiar… Scrapple, I’ll add it to list of things I have to try next time I’m in B-more. The list of things continues to grow…
yes, you must try scrapple. scrapple is the the breakfast of champions. and it sounds so flavourful too