Broke 2 fingers dodging for a tennis ball during a "friendly" family match. Food is so important to my family that in the middle of my rolling on the court in pain and while being boarded onto a gurney for the ambulance my sister calls out, "Don't worry about us Magoo we have your Veal Osso Bucco to eat tonight."
It felt like a scene from GOODFELLAS when Ray Liotta is talking through his busy day while making the gravy and hearing the helicopters over his house...I had made the Osso Bucco a week before the Silletti's were going to arrive so I could freeze it and play tennis and golf during the day. Defrosted the veal and started making the roasted peppers while everyone was getting their tennis gear on. I left it all out to get room temperature so that I could enjoy a nice glass of wine after tennis and before setting the table for 14 people...(can you hear the helicopters?)
After surgery, pins, painful physical therapy I'm thinking I'm done with tennis. I can barely grip a pepper grinder let alone a racquet or golf club. I gotta take up a new sport - maybe
Irish dancing...NOT!
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