Dining with Friends

Dinner went well (aren't you SO glad). I know you've been waiting on pins and needles. I used Angel Hair pasta instead of Fettuccine pasta because of dearest husband, who doesn't like Fettuccine as much as Angel Hair (he calls it big, chewy pasta). He liked it, but I thought it did better (held the sauce better) with the Fettuccine pasta. Live and Learn. The Chocolate Mousse Cake was my favorite part of the evening (dessert usually is). Have I ever done this recipe for you before? I'm too lazy to check so I will give it to you anyway.

Chocolate Mousse Cake

1 stick of butter (PLEASE don't use margarine- it would kill me)
7 ounces bittersweet chocolate (Ghirardelli bittersweet is my favorite)
2 tsp of water
2 tbsp of all purpose flour
2/3 cup sugar
3 eggs, room temp

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Melt butter, chocolate, and water together until smooth. Allow to cool. In separate bowl, stir together flour, sugar, and eggs. Pour flour mixture in with chocolate mixture. Pour into greased loaf pan. Set loaf pan in a 13x9 pan with 1 inch of water in the bottom of it. Bake in 400 degree oven for 40 minutes. Serve with fresh whipped cream (so much better than cool whip). To make fresh whipped cream: Pour lots of whipping cream in bowl, stir in about 2 tbsp powdered sugar, and beat with mixer until it looks like whipped cream. It's very easy. Enjoy. This is also one of my favorite things to make for company. It's cheap and it makes such a gorgeous presentation.

Melinda and Lincoln were fun to be with. Lincoln is one of the types of men that I'm easily intimidated of. He's quiet and thoughtful and seems very thorough about his life. I found myself thinking, before they came, about, "what stupid things are going to come out of my mouth tonight?" This is a very real fear of mine. Unfortunately, with Verbal Diarrhea (a disease I'm afflicted with that has no cure, btw), when one hangs out with someone who is quieter and more thoughtful, the more the person with VD (not venereal disease, perv) feels they must speak. It does not matter what you say, very unfortunately, as long as the words come spilling out of your mouth. I did have this fear tonight, as I was preparing the meal, but I need not have feared, because he laughed and seemed very human. Melinda has a great phlegmatic sense of humor and I enjoy being around her immensely. She did bring her fabulous bread, which she is most modest about, but I applauded and bravo ed her efforts. Out loud for all to hear, of course. I want to try and make it soon.

On a completely different note...
I've been thinking about the Nicene Creed lately, especially this line:

...God of God, Light of Light, very God of very God; begotten, not made, being of one substance with the Father, by whom all things were made.

I think it's beautiful. And I feel that I should memorize the whole of it and stand on a mountaintop and say it into a valley with the echoes of it falling around me. God of God. Light of Light. How majestic.

And I speak of dinner. Life continues and He is the God of the Universe. How minute am I and He speaks. God of God. Light of Light.

I love the way it sounds.