The next day I did some work, and I'm not sure what M. did. Then I locked my laundry in the laundry room and we spent a number of hours trying to figure out how to unlock the door. This included M. getting a ladder, my trying to open the door with a card much in the same way, our trying a variety of old fashioned skeleton keys, and M.'s mother eventually suggesting that A. break down the door. So the day had some highs and lows. Perhaps the highest of the locked laundry room saga was when A. managed to open the door without breaking it down; that was pretty great. I brought a few cheeses up to enjoy before Saturday's diner, which included a black and blue blue cheese, an aged manchego and a goat camembert.
I made us taco dinner that night, which involved a lamb/beef meat mixture, homemade guacamole and pico de gallo, black beans with peppers, and rice. I also made a shrimp option in a green/tomatillo sauce, but its photographic qualities were found lacking.
After dinner we played a rousing and challenging game of Catan. I ultimately won, but it was touch and go.
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Ok. How did A get the door open? The full image of a ladder and a mess of unrelated skeleton keys cracked me up. I know the actual locking by accident was a big pain in the butt, have done it myself with worse ramifications (locked out of my house, in a towel...scary stupid) but yeah sorry, the whole scene is kinda mirthful.
I am guessing the black in the black and blue cheese is pepper? Or black wax on the outside? Looked lovely, with the other cheeses, as did the tacos.
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