goldilocks and the four bears

[verbicide]

So I'm throwing a party tonight for Jeff and his adorable people. I have four hours to turn out a fabulous spread. I must be focused and not dwell on the fact that I still forgot the fucking pomegranate juice!

Things to do, in order:

- clean bread machine pan, and get first set of pizza dough in there
- make bruschetta, including crostini
- clean cat puke from carpet (thanks, Hobbes)
- prepare jam tart
- prepare ingredients for arugula, strawberry, and hazelnut salad
- run to store and get pomegranate juice
- bring up dishes from trunk, doh, and toss trash
- prepare pizza doughs, grill on one side and set aside
- make pesto and tomato sauces
- grill veggies
- cook sausage
- set out bowls of make-your-own-pizza ingredients
- make pitcher of pomegranate martinis

Um. ACK.

Edited to add: Jeff is a godsend and will pick up pomegranate juice which saves me a lot of time I don't have. Ahhhh.