Djibouti (I hope you warmed Djibouti up, because this one is going to be a marathon)

Now that we got the Djibouti pun out of the way...

Djibouti joined the UN on September 20, 1977.  Same day as Vietnam!

On to dinner!  We were supposed to have a couple guests but day of turned out to be just the fabulous three!  Also, we got to pop the UN Dinner cherry on Amber's new apartment!  How cool is that!!!

When I got to Amber's she was already starting in on the hors d'oeuvres.  Since it was just us three, we decided the kitchen would be a one dish at a time area, regardless of time.

When Amber was done she had made so many of those little pockets of deliciousness.  And then we proceeded to eat them all.  And then we proceeded to be real full.

I had my laxoox and meat stew to make.  I can't remember if I started right away or gave our tummies a break.  By then we were already working on a couple bottles of rose, and it's been too long for me to recall.  But while I was cooking, holy cow, talk about fragrant.  I do remember that.  That stew had such a mixture of spices that filled Amber's apartment.  At some point someone said, and I quote, "the intense smells are like a semi truck into my nose."

While the stew was... well... stewing, I was also frying up the bread to eat with my meal.  For every bread I fried up for us (which was a lot), I also fried up one little mini bread for our four-legged friend.  Jack REALLY LIKED the stuff.  I've always known him as a picky eater, so to see him so interested in what I was cooking up, I couldn't resist.

At some point he started looking a little uncomfortable and I slowly realized that I probably treated him to significantly more bread than he really needed.  Than anyone really needed, really.  I blame the wine.

Dinner was finally done at... 9?  9:30 pm?  When you're not cooking on a schedule it just happens when it happens.  The dish was as flavorful as it smelled, and we were all hungry, so we scarfed our portions down.

There seems to be a pattern in Jenny's poses that evening, that entailed holding up whatever piece of food available to her like she just reeled it in on a fishing pole.

So Jenny still had her banana pancake dessert to make.  But we were once again so full and it was already so late the proposition was made to instead eat it for breakfast, to which everyone readily agreed.  I mean, we were all staying the night anyway due to wine.

I won't go into details on how my night went but here's how I looked the next morning.  Others in my group refused to be caught on camera in their early morning state of being, but Jack seemed perfectly okay with showing off his manly bed-head.

Even then, nothing would stop me from eating those banana fritters.

Let's review.
Dinner start: 5pm
Dinner concludes: 10am
Dinner duration: 17 hours

LONGEST UN DINNER EVER.

(Celebrated 5/4... and 5/2019)