Whaaat, they aren't coming tomorrow??

I think I should write the title above with three exclamation points as well. You see, all the while A and I thought his family would be coming to Prague to visit us tomorrow. Babi and Děda wanted to see our small new flat. Take note that last time they bothered to leave their comfort zone was when Yugoslavia was still intact. I wanted this trip to be special for them.

So for a couple of days I agonized as to what I would cook for them. I'm still a clueless cook in training, the very antithesis of the women in A's family. I decided to stick to what I know-- frying, that is. Not just any frying, though. I would marinate chicken and pork overnight to cook them for lunch the next day. And that's exactly what I did. Six pork chops and three chicken breasts ready to go, just chilling in the fridge waiting for their end in the frying pan tomorrow.

"What about desserts or snacks?," was my cry for help yesterday at school. Anne, my American co-teacher, readily replied "Banana bread!" So with all the begging for the universe to help me not to mess up Anne's recipe, I baked my first banana bread ever this evening.

As usual, the universe listened. A said it's yummy but I just have to go easy on butter next time. I used butter to grease the baking tin. And grease I did.

So we were both ready for them tomorrow. Past tense. One call to ask them if they were ready for us made me scream WHAAAT? silently when I overheard they are not coming tomorrow but on Sunday instead.

Now tell me, who can we invite for lunch tomorrow to eat the pork chops? Volunteers, anyone?