My wife's friends are always punctual, so where were they? It was supposed to be an informal lunch, but we'd spent weeks planning it, and yet our guests seemed to have vanished into thin air.
I began trying to cook, thinking of pork or perhaps something with chickpeas and spinach. But my wife just rattled off a list of ingredients: onions, peppers, maybe some pears for dessert. I was in charge of the menu, but she was running the show. "Just tell me what you're cooking," she said.
As we worked, I'd periodically ask her if we needed any help or if they were on their way. But by 12:30 pm, when the table was set and the meat was resting, the only sound was our silence. It wasn't until quarter to two that my wife realized our guests hadn't called – not once, but twice.
We stared out the window, waiting for what felt like an eternity. The clock ticked by: 2 pm, 2:05 pm... something had clearly gone wrong. "Are you sure they knew it was lunch?" I asked, feeling a sense of unease creeping over me.
And then it hit me – my wife's text message from months ago inviting them to supper, not lunch. We'd been so caught up in our own planning that we'd forgotten the original invitation.
I slumped forward, putting my head in my hands. Our friends would arrive at 7:30 pm, and we'd have to regroup after our morning's mishap. The stew I planned to create later would be a disaster – it wouldn't even pass muster as "lunch." But hey, at least the wine would flow.
As I looked up, my wife was scrolling through her phone, tracing back their conversation chain from August. She shook her head and muttered, "Supper."
I began trying to cook, thinking of pork or perhaps something with chickpeas and spinach. But my wife just rattled off a list of ingredients: onions, peppers, maybe some pears for dessert. I was in charge of the menu, but she was running the show. "Just tell me what you're cooking," she said.
As we worked, I'd periodically ask her if we needed any help or if they were on their way. But by 12:30 pm, when the table was set and the meat was resting, the only sound was our silence. It wasn't until quarter to two that my wife realized our guests hadn't called – not once, but twice.
We stared out the window, waiting for what felt like an eternity. The clock ticked by: 2 pm, 2:05 pm... something had clearly gone wrong. "Are you sure they knew it was lunch?" I asked, feeling a sense of unease creeping over me.
And then it hit me – my wife's text message from months ago inviting them to supper, not lunch. We'd been so caught up in our own planning that we'd forgotten the original invitation.
I slumped forward, putting my head in my hands. Our friends would arrive at 7:30 pm, and we'd have to regroup after our morning's mishap. The stew I planned to create later would be a disaster – it wouldn't even pass muster as "lunch." But hey, at least the wine would flow.
As I looked up, my wife was scrolling through her phone, tracing back their conversation chain from August. She shook her head and muttered, "Supper."
I mean come on, can't they even be punctual for a casual lunch? It's not like it's the end of the world if they're 2 hours late... But seriously, who plans an entire meal without double-checking with the guests about the time? 
My wife just rolled with it and changed the plan on me, no biggie... except when you're in charge of cooking, right? 
And then she finds out months later that they thought it was a supper invite... Talk about a disaster! 
At least the wine will save the day 
. Everyone's always talking about the latest trends and restaurants, but nobody ever checks in with their friends first. I mean, it's not just about planning the menu; it's about planning for people's lives. We're so caught up in our own social calendars that we forget to check in with others.
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. It's not just about cooking or planning; it's about being on top of your game at all times. If you're not the first one to plan the menu, the event is already over. But what if we slow down a bit? What if we prioritize relationships over recipes?
... like, how can you forget the original plan? It's not even like it's a big deal or anything, just a casual lunch with friends. But I guess sometimes life gets crazy and plans go awry 
... at least your wife is taking responsibility for it. And yeah, wine will definitely help salvage the situation 
. On the bright side, you got to have some fun in the kitchen together. It's not all about the guests, right? 
! I mean, who forgets that they invited people for supper not lunch 
? I guess even the most punctual people can have an off day... or week 
. And poor you having to regroup at 7:30 pm when your wine was ready to flow 
. maybe we can just blame it on the wine 
like literally check your calendar twice or something. and now they're going to show up at 7:30 pm and you'll have to start all over again 
anyway, wine is always a good backup plan 
! It's like they wanted us to fail, or something... maybe they were just playing a prank on us 
. And now we're stuck with a whole afternoon to deal with the fallout... ugh! 
it was like they all had double planned or something. anyway i guess you gotta just roll with it and reschedule for another day 