No, you are not misreading. This, my friends, was a well fed weekend. You'd think, 'Oh, tapas. They're so little, so they must be so simple to make.' Wrong. I spent hours on Friday evening cooking a tapas masterpiece. Notice, I did not say slaving in the kitchen. This cooking, was pure joy--chaotic, messy, noisey, multiple burners going, wine already uncorked and mad dashes to the store to pick up missing ingredients.
What resulted from the chaos was a table jam packed of little plates of food--patatas bravas, tortilla espanol, olives, cheeses, bruschetta, pa amb tomaquet. All tied together with lots of wine and about 20 cloves of garlic. I did manage to layer in some well-readness: my friends and I all exchanged books. I've got some great new travel literature to review for future entrees.
The only meal until late at night the next day was the chocolate and dip tasting over at the Boston Cheese Cellar. I spent the day trying to work off all the carbs I had indulged in the previous day--a bike ride through the Arboretum and a flamenco dance class at the Brewery complex.
Finally at night, my couchsurfing guest, room mate and I ventured into the North End for some real Italian. We were able to find a place with no wait (and no waitstaff), thus prices were low (for the North End).
I'm still trying to recover from my well fed weekend. Next weekend--back to the books.