Tacos and Canoes cont...

The adventure called Donald's birthday was coming to end. The end. Like we were going to die if we didn't get off this mudflat that was sucking us under. A mad dash for canoes, what Julie likes to call a cluster*&@%, resulted in mixed company canoe mates all desperately trying for a shore that we could call dry land. Finally spotting the "dock" that belonged to our neighbors, Ernest, Melinda, Donald, Mark, Julie, JC and I crawled up the rocky bank and abandoned ship and started the walk for home. Shannon, Laurie and Nahleen paddled for a spot closer to the tacos and beat us all home. Wow, win number two for Laurie. We arrived home, soggy, tired, cold, thirsty and very hungry. The taco buffet was all lined up. Sauteed and mashed beans with chilis in adobe sauce, cumin, coriander, salsa and chili powder, soft and hard shells, fresh grape tomatoes from the garden, shredded iceberg lettuce..the only time I'll eat it, cheddar cheese, sour cream, more salsa, jalapenos and then came the impressive salad buffet. Potato salad made with mustard pickles and fresh dill, 7 bean and curry grain salad, Greek pasta salad without olives but capers instead, avocado, orange and lettuce with lime vinaigrette, Shannon's special salad that I ate the most of but can't for the life of me remember what was in it...nuts, pretty lettuce, it was delicious, must get recipe for her famous homemade dressing and lastly a chicken salad with pasta and grapes...yes I can hear you all asking why is the a dead animal salad on your blog? Well i forgot to mention my in laws were down and they insist on feeding Donald his meaty protein. Poor JC had some by accident and spit it back onto his plate in front of the F.I.L and then realized that all the salads were veggie except that one, he must have still had some water in his ears or it was the ringing from being bopped with an oar, who can say??? Since I am the cake maker for most occasions I felt Donald deserved something different and was really getting sick of cake, so we had a Pieapoolaza. Two strawberry rhubarb, lemon meringue pie and blueberry, made with Donald's fresh picked wild berries.

I'm not much for pie, pumpkin really is the only one I like, but they seemed to have gotten eaten with gusto and days later Jordan and Vanessa, who came after the great canoe trip, declared it the most lemony pie he'd ever had.

With dinner over by 11pm we packed it in and went to sleep on very full stomachs.