Can You Actually Get Drunk on Food?
Posted on December 26, 2007 - Filed Under Holiday, Just For Fun, brain farts, dining experience, i'm hungry
Well, I don’t know about you guys, but my answer to that question is, ah..yeah!
I’m afraid we all just try to cram to much joy into too few days this time of year. I actually was quite careful not to eat too much. But when you go to all the parties, plus dig into all the gifts of cookies and treats, via your friendly postman, I guess you’re kidding yourself about watching what you eat.
Not only did I eat, but man did I cook. Yesterday, while preparing the final (hopefully) holiday feat I realized I was dog-tired and I couldn’t figure out why. Then I realized I’d been cooking for a week. First, was all the baking for the postman, my mechanics, the neighbors and so on. Then I made a huge pan of sweet pertater scuffle for Erin’s Christmas party, then the vat of beef veggie soup for Zelda’s Christmas Eve party, which takes two days because you have to do the roast first and since the pot was essentially the size of my sink, I couldn’t cook it up the night before, so up at the crack of dawn. The hilarious thing was trying to fit it into my car in a position that wouldn’t slosh it all over the leather seats on my way to Zelda’s. The next challenge was getting it out of the car and carrying it to Zelda’s front door without throwing my back out. Soup is heavy. Who knew?
Then, once I gained entrance into Zelda’s house, I had the terrible realization that since Zelda doesn’t cook, I had slicing, dicing, chopping and plating to do, which was another hour or so. And finally, on Christmas day, the traditional ham dinner with pie and scalloped potatoes and biscuits and, and, and… Cripes, no wonder I was ready for a nap by noon.
In fact, I’m still in my jammies, sucking down coffee and thinking that I’ll spend the day in bed, reading, unless that’s too exhausting then I’ll just stay in bed. 
And the food, oh the food, was just so yummy, I had to ‘try’ a little bit of everything. From sweet potater scuffle to the homemade fudge Debbie sent me, to chocolate covered Macadamia’s, tea cookies, brownies, turkey, ham, roast beef. I even managed a couple of gulps of wine.
Can you pass the carb blockers, please? Oh and I’ll have a double alka-seltzer while you’re at it. This morning I woke up and felt positively hungover. No lie.
Of course, I’ll vow never to do it again, only to repeat it next year.
But, it’s hard to complain. Lots of food, lots of friends and just a really good time. From all the presents given and recieved, phone calls and Instant Messaging with friends I don’t get to talk to enough to classic movies watched by the light of Christmas trees and fireplaces. It was all good. All good.
Hope you all had a great time too.
Annie
The Grilled Cheese Samich Challenge
Posted on September 29, 2007 - Filed Under Food, Humor, Just For Fun, brain farts, dining experience, i'm hungry, my opinions
Okay, so I’ve been bitching about not having anything to write about and one of my buddies, in response to this post, gave me the following assignment:
Yup, you are hoarding them, you are not fool’n me WC — I’ll give you a topic, “Butta” (butter)…
Grill cheese better made with margarine or real butta?
I want you to research, I want you to break out the skillet - I want you to conduct your own test kitchen. What kind of cheese? The Kraft squares that are wrapped individually, or the real cheddar? OR, Velveeta? That “cheese loaf” if you will.
I already have my opinion and I’ll weigh in if you take me up on this topic. This is my kind of topic. And what to serve the grilled cheese with? With soup? What kind is the best.
Should one dip the grilled cheese in ketsup?
You go to work girl! Let me know what you think!
And please don’t tell me you don’t eat grilled cheese sandwiches, cuz then I will believe that all of your brain cells have taken a great leap off of your head!
Oh, it’s 5a.m. and I have 3.5 hours to go here at work, can you tell I’m struggling? LOL
So, my dear, this one’s for you - WC
First of all, I reject the premise that I am hoarding brain cells, as evidenced by the fact that I am jumping at your grilled cheese challenge as fodder for a post. I mean, there is so much going on in the world and yet, I am writing about grilled cheese samiches. I admit that I do love grilled cheese samiches and really on a cool autumn day there is nothing better, I have to warn you, I am likely writing this post with both of my remaining brain cells tied behind my back.
Alrighty then - butter vs. margarine? Come on, there is no contest here. Aside from the fact that margarine is a tub of transfats, food coloring and will survive a nuclear holocaust along with the cockroaches and Ron Smith, the stuff has no taste and always smells like axle grease. So, yeah, absolutely we are going for 100% butter, calories and clogged arteries be damned.
What kind of cheese? Hmm, that is determined by my mood and whatever I happen to have in the fridge. Never ever, would I even think of using cheese product made from the same stuff as the margarine. And while Velveta may have great glue-like qualities, I am making a sandwich, not building a brick wall, so I’ll pass on that bizarre invention. Nope, it has to be real cheese. I like the Trader Joe’s three cheese shredded blend - which is cheddar, jack and mozzarella. Also, Kraft puts out a four cheese shredded blend of Mexican cheeses. I like the shredded cheeses because of the even melting properties and the blend gives it some zip. If I don’t happen to have either of those on hand I will mix up whatever I do have, usually provolone & cheddar or jack & cheddar, or colby & swiss. I’m not really a one cheese grilled cheese person - I find that blending at least two different cheeses gives it some zip and hits mulitple taste buds.
My bread of choice is Ezekial Sesame seed sprouted grain or Food for Life’s 9 sprouted grain bread. It is heavier and beefier than regular breads, has a better glycemic index, more fibert and just tastes better to me. Though when I was younger and much thinner I was completely addicted to any type of really good sourdough bread. Yummy.
So, to recap, we slather our sprouted grain bread with real butter and put both slices, butter side down in a hot, non-stick skillet - then we sprinkle generous amounts of shredded cheeses on both slices. We watch and wait for the cheese to become melty and we slap one slice on top of the other. We smash down with a spatula on the now, married slices so as to get any air out and to squish together the melty cheese. We flip once, smash down one more time, wait 30 seconds and slip that puppy onto a nice pretty dish.
As to accroutements???? Hmmm, again it depends on my mood. I may just go for the samich straight, no beverage, no pickles, no anything and afterwards wash everything down with a diet coke. Or, if I am pretending to actually make the samich a meal I have to go with Campbell’s tomato soup. Yep, I know it’s a little boring and has been around since World War II, but some things just never go out of style. But I like to doctor up this classic with just a little cream and 1/2 cup of sweet corn. I use about 1/2 the amount of water suggested, about 3 tbs of 1/2&1/2 and cook it through til it’s just shy of piping hot. I’m not much of a dipper but you could dip the samich in the soup and I think it would be a delightful taste sensation. Ketchup? Hell no, we don’t need no stinking ketchup or barbecue sauce or ranch dressing or honey mustard. A damn fine grilled cheese samich needs nothing if it’s done right.
So, there you have it, Bella, my take on grilled cheese samiches. Hope I didn’t disappoint.
WC
Finger Lickin’ Good!
Posted on June 10, 2007 - Filed Under Food, Just For Fun, adventure, candidates, dining experience, favorites, i'm hungry, meme, my opinions, perfect evenings, time to eat!
Michael of Smoke & Mirrors has tagged me on a food meme. Imagine that, me and food - who’d a thunk? The deal is that I am supposed to list five of my fav eateries here in my neck of the woods, then I tag five more bloggers to do the same. So here goes:
Pink’s Hotdogs: Pink’s has been around forever in a day. Once you see the place, you definitely envision starlets and wannabe’s of the 1930’s & 1940’s standing around eating their dogs and sipping their creme soda. It’s clearly a Hollywood favorite, as evidenced by all the signed 8×10 glossies of Hollywood luminaries, that cover the walls inside the tiny dining area. But oh, my, God…they have the best chili dogs on the planet. And there is nothing quite so fun as running down there at midnight to stand on line to get a couple of these greasy, ooey, gooey, chili, onions,cheese dogs. 100% kosher beef dogs, on perfect squishy white buns, served by zophtic maidens. Get a Dr. Bonner’s Creme Soda to go with and you are set.
Barney’s: Barney’s is a fixture in Pasadena’s Old Town and has been there for quite a while. It’s a morph of an old-time saloon and a yuppie cafe. The food is good, hearty and reasonably priced, especially for its locale. My all time favorite dish is their toast-taco-salad. An enormous dish of fresh greens, topped with taco meat, shredded cheese, onions, sour creme and freshly made corn chips. Enough to feed three people unless you’re feeling really piggy. It’s served with a boatload of fresh salsa and vinegarette. Their potato salad is perfect. Burgers, great. Also have a mean kielbasa samich served with sourkraut on a big bakery bun. Have it with a diet coke, coffee or any one of the millions of brands of beers they serve. Afterwards, go for a stroll through Old Town, look in the shops, stop at the movies or just mill with the rest of the crowd.
Al Read’s: Al Read’s is a little hole in the wall place a mere 1/4 mile from my house. It sits on a corner across from a liquor store and a grocery store. Nothing remarkable about the little white building it is housed in but wait til you go inside. The decor is early 1970’s with white walls and red vinyl booths. To your right a tiny bar that is always rocking and to your left the dining room. You slide into one of the booths, and are given a giant red menu to peruse. Steak, seafood and ribs. Man oh man, the ribs. The sauce is to die for and I’ve yet to wheedle the recipe out of any of them. My two favorite dishes: Fried clams - can’t get enough of them. And the prime rib - unbelievably huge (covers most of the plate) served with twice baked potatoes and hot cheesebread - for under $20. A-yup, that’s what I said. You can go in your sweats or your fancy duds, makes no difference to them. The food is to die for and the service is friendly, casual and you never feel like they are just waiting for you to leave. It’s like going to your Aunt Edna’s for dinner but the service is better and so is the food.
Da Franco’s: Da Franco’s is the classic neighborhood Italian restaurant. I don’t know about you, but when I was a kid there were always the family style neighborhood Eye-talian places that we would go to and gorge until we couldn’t move - and still have tons of leftovers to take home. That’s this place. Alfredo that is light, creamy, perfect. Marinara, home-made and garden fresh. They also have this chicken dish that is layer with cheese, ham and eggplant that is amazing and in ‘pink sauce’ - no idea what that is, but it melts in your mouth. Again, another casual, easy going place that serves the hell out of you. Oh and the cannolis can’t be beat. One other thing that I love, is that they serve you a basket of fresh soft bread sticks with marinara on the side, the minute your fanny hits the seat.
The Elephant Bar: The Elephant Bar is a cool kind of yuppy place in the heart of Burbank. The walls are painted in leopard print and zebra stripes, the waiters and waitresses likely all actors and actresses looking for their big break. They have a nice patio that faces the mountains and you can sip your iced tea or passion fruit iced tea as you watch the sun go down. Don’t worry about getting cold because they have those great big patio heaters that they will light on request. Everything on the menu is delicious. Everything. And the chef will alter dishes to your specs if you’re on a diet or want to swap one item out for another. They have everything from fried calamari, chinese chicken salad to pot roast. The portions are huge, you will be taking home leftovers. My favorite dish is the pot roast. Fork tender, in a perfect brown sauce that just melts in your mouth. Make sure to top it off with a huge slab of Chocolate Blackout Cake. And then call the paramedics, because you’ll have passed out by then.
And any time y’all want to come out to sunny California, I’d be pleased as punch to take you to any of these places.
Okay, that’s my five. Now, on with the tags…who shall it be??????
Jess
Christine
Ham
Puddlehead
MsCrankypants
God, I Love Junk Food!
Posted on February 19, 2007 - Filed Under Current Events, Deep thoughts, Election 2008, Humor, Just For Fun, Politics, WTF?, adventure, brain farts, candidates, classics, dining experience, double yoiks, drama queen, evil bloodsuckers, funny bone, i'm hungry, laughs, loving it!, my opinions, philosophy & politics, really cool shit, really stupid shit, satire, scary chicks, time to eat!, works of art
Sometimes some people get it just right. And here’s a special that really says special, doncha think? I laughed my ass off on this one.
WC
Twinkies, Anyone?
Posted on February 11, 2007 - Filed Under Dear Readers..., Diet, Food, Humor, I gots to have it, Just For Fun, Life, WTF?, adventure, classics, dining experience, i'm hungry, joy of creating, laughs, loving it!, my fat ass, my opinions, nostalgia, possibilities, really stupid shit, recipe, time to eat!
When I was a kid, I loved Twinkies. In fact, I still do. There is no other highly processed, prepackaged lump of sugar and starch that I love more. In fact, as processed, prepackaged lumps of sugar and starch go, Hostess just can’t be beaten. They are the king of the heap in this department.
Now as time wore on, after my childhood Twinkies became evil things - things that would make you kill another human being, for example. Hence the Twinkie Defense. Of course it could only have happened in California and San Francisco, as the rest of the world just isn’t that stupid.
Also the word Twinkie is sometimes used as a term to objectify women who are overly sexual and not too bright. Like we need another one of those.
But despite all the abuse the poor Twinkie has gotten over the years, it is still one of America’s favorite junk foods. So imagine my awe and surprise when I discovered that there are many things one can do with a Twinkie to make really cool deserts. There is actually a twinkie desert recipe page. Can you believe it? Below is my favorite recipe - but you can find many more here .
So enjoy your weekend and make a delicious Twinkie desert for your family which you can enjoy while watching a Sunday night video. Cheers!
Twinkie-misu
By Larry Coons
Items Needed:
Box Hostess Twinkies
1/2 cup strong coffee, cooled & sweetened
1/4 cup Kahlua (optional)
1/2 gallon coffee or coffee & chocolate ice cream
Chocolate shavings or sprinkles
DIRECTIONS: Slice Twinkies in half lengthwise. Spray 9 x 5 loaf pan with cooking spray. Put five Twinkie halves, cream side up, side by side in pan. Mix coffee and Kahlua (optional); with pastry brush, apply liberally to cut side of Twinkies. Spoon about a 1/2 inch layer of softened ice cream over Twinkies. Repeat until you have used enough Twinkies & ice cream to fill the loaf pan. Cover tightly with foil and freeze several hours or overnight. This can be served from the pan in slices or unmolded, garnished with the chocolate and served. Serves about 10.
That Cat!
Posted on January 25, 2007 - Filed Under Humor, I gots to have it, I'm in awe, Just For Fun, Life, WTF?, What If?, adventure, amazing, cool cats, dining experience, funny bone, i'm hungry, laughs, really cool shit, time to eat!, video, yoiks
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Okay, she looks like my cat - and has the appetite of my cat - but my cat can’t do that! It would come it very handy in the morning and at night, let me tell you. Nothing more annoying than a whiney, bitchy cat who wants to eat.
WC
Ole! Soup, Anyone?
Posted on January 17, 2007 - Filed Under Food, I gots to have it, Just For Fun, Life, Soup, adventure, dining experience, favorites, i'm hungry, joy of creating, possibilities, recipe, time to eat!
(HT to Gerry for this recipe - rumor has it that it is yummy and comes from his sister. WC )
TACO SOUP
1 pound ground beef
1 onion, chopped
1 package ranch-style dressing mix
1 package taco seasoning mix
1 cup water
2 14.5-ounce cans diced tomatoes with green chilies
2 15-ounce cans pinto beans
1 15-ounce can black beans
1 15-ounce can cream-style corn
Brown beef with onions in a medium-size soup pot. Drain excess grease. Add remaining ingredients and simmer for 20 minutes before serving.
Garnish with fresh chopped cilantro.
I’d add that you could serve it with fresh taco chips or TJ’s blue corn tortilla chips, a crisp green salad and a nice cold Dos Equis. Oh yeah!
Julia Child’s Turkey Christmas - 12 days of xmas #6
Posted on December 17, 2006 - Filed Under Christmas, Food, Holiday, Humor, Just For Fun, Life, WTF?, acts of idiocy, acts of valor, adventure, classics, dining experience, double yoiks, funny bone, ghosts, head exploding, hysterical, i'm hungry, laughs, memories, perfect evenings, really stupid shit, temporary insanity
New house, new man (with two sons…why do they come in two’s?) and yet another memorable Christmas. Still cooking. In this case, cooking up a veritible storm. It started out pretty simple me, Tom and the boys with a few friends…but then I started getting these phone calls. There was a bevy of Christmas orphans that year with nowhere to go and could they come to my house? Sure, the more the merrier!
As each day inched nearer to Christmas, more phone calls, more unexpected guests to feed. I’d never made a really big turkey but this was the year to do it. The house was small so there was no way we were all going to sit down, so a buffet it was.
It’s a rather odd and surreal experience (even to a Christmas nut like me) to have a houseful of guests for Christmas dinner when you’ve never met half of them. Sort of like stumbling into a big frat party. But I loving to cook and have guests the way I do decided to just roll with it.
I got up early (can you say 5 am?) and Tom just had to get this shot of me in search of my first cup of coffee. Oh how I love to have my picture taken in my jammies with no makeup and a dumb expression on my face.
But I digress.
So, out came the 30lb turkey to sit on the counter while I drank coffee and made the stuffing. Now I’m a kind of organic cook - I generally abhor recipes and I honestly can’t follow one completely as I always add things or change things. So instead of taking the easy way out and following Mrs. Cubbitson’s recipe that was quite conveniently on the back of the box, I set to chopping up apples, nuts and onions, sauteed all that in some butter and threw in a few handful of raisens - I happened to have some cranberries too so in they went. Once the vat of dressing was made and the turkey stuffed to the gills and the remaining dressing in a sheet pan, we set to making the basting sauce. Butter, chicken broth, orange juice and white wine, a little sugar for good measure and we were ready to roll. Into the oven it went.
The next hour was spent peeling potatoes because of course home made mashed potatoes were a must and I had a lot of guests and they were going to want those darn potatoes. Ooops, one of the kids just shot a toy soldier into the potato pot. No harm done, the soldier was barely injured. On the back burner with those. Next sweet potatoes, peeling, dicing, glazing with butter, cinnamon, pineapple juice and brown sugar. My gawd how glad was I that I made the pumpkin pies the night before? Very, I must say.
As an afterthought, I grabbed a couple of bags of frozen peas since no one really likes vegetables with their Christmas dinner, do they? Unheard of, really , absolutely scandalous!
And between the basting and trying to find enough dishes and the the parade of guests and little gift giving, before I knew it, it was time to pull it all out of the oven. Of course by that time I was ready for a nap but i had an army to feed and they were getting restless with Ruffles and beer being their only appetisers (I know, shame on me - but I just couldn’t clone myself to make nibblies).
The turkey needed to rest before we could carve him up - so I put on my best Julia Childs impression and entertained the guests while extolling the many virtues of the giant perfectly browned bird.
Then came the rue for the gravy and separating the fat from the drippings - oh my where was that little bit of coffee I saved for the gravy? Is that bowl big enough for the potatoes? Why on earth don’t I have an electric mixer? Do you know how hard it is to mash and whip 10 pounds of mashed potatoes? My biceps were quite impressive that day. At least Tom opened the cranberry sauce and carved the turkey.
Finally we ate and ate and then we ate some more. We played Trivial Pursuit, got drunk and finished the leftovers. I think I finally had to kick everyone out around midnight. Since my orphans had cleaned up after me when dinner was over, I had a clean kitchen and just enough to share a turkey sandwich with Tom before we crawled into bed for a long winter’s nap. Of course I swore I’d never do that again. And yet I did, the next year and the next year and the year after that.
WC
Christmas on the Boulevard - 12 days of xmas #5
Posted on December 16, 2006 - Filed Under Christmas, Coffee, Food, Holiday, Humor, Just For Fun, Life, WTF?, acts of idiocy, adventure, classics, dear santa, dining experience, double yoiks, favorites, funny bone, hysterical, i'm hungry, laughs, memories, nostalgia, perfect evenings, really stupid shit, temporary insanity
Cooking is something I love and coincidentally one of the things I do best. For that reason (and many others) when time and space allow I can usually be counted on to cook up a storm on Christmas. This particular year though I opted out.
It was my first Christmas after Mike and I broke up and something about doing the big dinner just didn’t sit right with me. Instead I put together a co-op Christmas Brunch. Which really turned out to be great. I made the eggs, bacon, sausage and fresh-squeezed juice, Maxine brought breads and muffins, Libby brought fruit, somebody brought deserts, and yet another brought cheeses and other nibblies. We all lazed around in my tiny livingroom, after feeding heavily from the buffet I set up in the kitchen. It was a wonderful 80 degrees outside and it was more like a pool party than Christmas.
One by one my guests bid their goodbyes, having dinner plans elsewhere and I made sure that each took away some of the leftovers, lest they pass my lips and end up on my thighs. A brilliant plan I thought….at the time.
Libby, my somewhat eccentric friend had no plans so she stayed and we yakked and laughed and smoked for hours. We were having such a good time in our chat we decided to keep it going and thought what fun it would be to just go out for Christmas dinner. Nothing fancy mind you, especially since Libby was attired in her usual denim overalls and sneakers, but surely Denny’s would be open or someplace like that.
So, we decided to walk down to the boulevard. That’s Hollywood speak for Hollywood Boulevard. You know that famous little strip of land that you hear about and read about out there in the real world? Where every step you take lands you on the star and name of somebody famous. Where drag queens, hookers, tourists, wannabes and regular folk alike stroll and take in the sights.
A good plan, right? I mean how could something go wrong? Who woulda thunk that not one shop, store or restaurant would be open? Ah…us! Yep, that’s right. We walked and looked and walked and looked and walked some more. But, ah…no….didn’t we realize it was Christmas day? Didn’t we have family or friends who could feed us? I mean…didn’t we?
Of course we weren’t having any of it. We knew if we just kept walking that we were sure to find someplace. Just as we reached Grelman’s Chinese Theatre (you know the one with all the handprints and footprints of movie stars?) we spotted a lovely pink neon sign that said ‘open.’
“See,” Libby crowed, “I knew we’d find someplace.”
So we crossed the street and pulled open the door to Frank’s Diner. (Yep, that is really what it was called.)
Oh good, I thought - some good greasy spoon Christmas dinner was going to hit the spot.
The waitress who was a mere 150 years old shuffled over to us as we sat at the counter. “What’ll ya have?”
“Turkey dinner, of course,” we said.
She screwed up her face in a sour puss. “We don’t got no turkey dinner.”
“Really?” our eyes were wide and hearts very sad.
“What’ll ya have?” she asked again completely unphased by our charms.
“Menu?” Libby chirped.
Two xeroxed sheets of paper were plunked down in front of us. “Coffee?”
‘Ah, sure.”
We studied the menu and looked for anything that could possibly approximate Christmas dinner. We both decided on the hot turkey sandwich. It was almost like Christmas and we’d have pumpkin pie for desert. We ordered.
The coffee came and our spoons stood straight up in it. We went through two cream pictures in an effort to make it drinkable but the color never really changed from the muddy brown hue it came with.
At last the hot turkey samiches arrived and our eyes sparkled until Myra (we named all old waitress Myra) slapped them down in front of us. Okay, ready? Wonder bread with turkey loaf, instant mashed potatoes and BROWN gravy all over everything - even the peas and carrots. To say it was fucking awful is to pay it too high a compliment. But we were starved so down it went. And we laughed like a couple of giddy cokeheads. For some reason it was hilarious to us that this was our Christmas dinner.
When finally we gave up on the brown gooey mess we asked for pumpkin pie. “We’re out,” she said and gave us our check.
Of course they were.
We paid our check and walked arm in arm back down the boulevard toward home. On the way back we spotted a Falaphel stand and ordered a couple. Hey, at least it was edible and the big tanker of diet coke helped it go down nice and easy.
By the time we got back to my place it was late and Libby decided to go home. I plopped down on the couch and turned on the tv - what luck - White Christmas had just started and it was the perfect end to a perfect day.
WC
Happy Birthday Pinky!
Posted on November 21, 2006 - Filed Under Birthdays, Family, Food, Just For Fun, Life, dining experience, i'm hungry, perfect evenings, time to eat!
I saw Zelda for dinner the other night and she informed me my presence was requested for Pinky’s big day - his 39th birthday (well not really 39 but after a while you find an age you like and settle there).
The gang was going to be there. The gang being me, Zelda, Margarita (who makes killer magaritas), PG, Chief (a king among chefs), Skip (Margarita’s significant other and a killer griller) and The Kid ( Pinky’s son at least in spirit). While we hang with other friends as well, we seem to be the core group. The main herd. The alpha majors and minors.
So, it’s Sunday afternoon and I’m thinking some cheese and crackers a little sparkling water, possibly margaritas because Margarita can’t not make them and a cute little cake. Then home we go.
So we all arrive on time (a historical happening to be sure) which flustered Margarita and grabbed the cocktail parphenalia. Cheese and crackers appeared, sparkling water appeared, much hustle and bustle went on in the kitchen. And though we all offered to help we ended up sitting around the livingroom, munching crackers and chewing the fat.
We talked about PG’s dad, politics and the future plans for the ‘christmas movie’ (now a tradition) that we would be participating in for Zelda’s mom. (That’s a whole other post.)
Soon enough the incredible scent of amazing food began to waft through the air. Skip and Margarita’s beagles started a sniff fest and we humans did a poor imitation of same. Next thing we knew we were seated at the art deco table on the patio and eyeing steaks the size of Omaha.
We oohed and ahed and Skip beamed. Margarita excitedly explained about a couple of wines they’d discovered and they were good.
We ate and ate and then we ate some more. Thick steaks, grilled to perfection, secretly amazing string beans with herbs, grilled potatoes that melted in your mouth…it was poetry in motion.
As most of us were screaming uncle and pushing our plates aside (with ample scraps for the beagles) The Kid was scarfing up to beat the band. I’m not sure but there may not have even been a bone left on the plate. He passed on the green beans but went crazy on the potatoes and steak and I think I even saw him eyeing Chief’s steak since there was plenty left and a doggie bag in his future.
Then the conversation modules began. Zelda started talking about the nifty new back-fixing equipment she had bought. Stretching and squeezing and traction things. Ultra sound, no sound, nice sound - it was all greek to me.
Pinky, happy with a full belly took a nap with his eyes open. Yes, Pinky does have that special talent. You see, we rib him about napping at all our soires so now he can do it sitting upright with his eyes open. No lie. The Kid just kept eating and eating and eating.
Birthday cake, ice cream and espresso magically appeared, seeming to appear out of nowhere. Perfect. More oohs and ahs.
At my end of the table, me, PG and Chief talked blogging, writing, politics, conspiracy theories, movies and masterpieces. Now, I suppose this is probably boring you by now because nothing really remarkable happened nor did any major catastrophe befall us. It was just a bunch of friends eating really good food, celebrating the birthday of a friend, having really good conversation.
I can’t remember the last time I had such a good time and such good talk. It was fun, interesting and entertaining. I learned a lot of things I didn’t know about my friends and it was just one of those precious times when everything and everyone jelled. Truly a kind of magic moment among friends. A truly satisfying get together that makes you thankful for having such people in your life and having a life that includes them.
Since it was a school night, the evening ended all too soon. And before I knew it, I was back in Zelda’s big fricking truck (she calls him Chomp) being the ‘bobble’ passenger and we were headed home.
It was the best day I’ve had in recent memory - not for any particularly earth shattering reason - but for the simple pleasure of spending an evening with friends.
I would wish that everyone would have such evenings in their lives. Where the worry and trouble of the world doesn’t interfere, where the day to day grind never enters your mind and where you go home whistling.
WC