Food For Thought
Nov. 5th, 2004 10:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabensonI made dinner last night... no surprise, really. (When Mrs. CB cooks I usually need to request a list of ingredients in order to identify what she is serving)
I picked up 1 1/2" thick NY strip steaks at the local Dykery. Seasoned them and threw them on the grill. Baked potato and steamed broccoli with a hint of lemon and my job was done. I opened the bottle of Vampire Pinot Noir (from Trrrrrahnslvaaaania) to find a bloody red cork. Laughing my ass off, I took a swig. Piss water! It had turned. Son-of-a bitch! And that was the last bottle in the house. No Mr. Pinot=unhappy CB. Guess where I'll be going today. Dessert was blackberry cobbler for the Mrs., apple cobbler for myself.
Mrs. CB just called and teased me when I told her I had eaten pie, apple pie, for breakfast. Yes, I DO know how old I am, but considering that I don't know when I'll keel over, I am gonna have pie for breakfast whenever I can.
We are hoping to engage in the smorgasbord known The Columbus International Festival tomorrow. It will depend on whether Mrs. CB gets through her on-line quizzes for the APA Seminar she tried to get out of taking. The CIF is really something. Kids are given little "passport books" and each booth has a stamp to mark them. We are not going for cultural enlightenment as much as we are going for Teh Food. I may want to dig out my "fat" jeans to wear. Mmmm....I can smell the falafel already. And Greek food...and Jamaican food...and...
I picked up 1 1/2" thick NY strip steaks at the local Dykery. Seasoned them and threw them on the grill. Baked potato and steamed broccoli with a hint of lemon and my job was done. I opened the bottle of Vampire Pinot Noir (from Trrrrrahnslvaaaania) to find a bloody red cork. Laughing my ass off, I took a swig. Piss water! It had turned. Son-of-a bitch! And that was the last bottle in the house. No Mr. Pinot=unhappy CB. Guess where I'll be going today. Dessert was blackberry cobbler for the Mrs., apple cobbler for myself.
Mrs. CB just called and teased me when I told her I had eaten pie, apple pie, for breakfast. Yes, I DO know how old I am, but considering that I don't know when I'll keel over, I am gonna have pie for breakfast whenever I can.
We are hoping to engage in the smorgasbord known The Columbus International Festival tomorrow. It will depend on whether Mrs. CB gets through her on-line quizzes for the APA Seminar she tried to get out of taking. The CIF is really something. Kids are given little "passport books" and each booth has a stamp to mark them. We are not going for cultural enlightenment as much as we are going for Teh Food. I may want to dig out my "fat" jeans to wear. Mmmm....I can smell the falafel already. And Greek food...and Jamaican food...and...
