(side note: yes, i’ve been quiet here. doesn’t mean it’s been quiet in my head or my life, but sitting down to write it out seems to have been beyond me lately.)
mmmm… went to a library meeting this morning, and Our Esteemed Chairwoman treated everyone to breakfast. i got a chocolate biscotti and a gingerbread latté, which may have been a tactical error, altho it was mighty tasty.
see, coffee and my stomach have not agreed for ages (ref: IBS). add to that, the last few days have been gut wrenchingly stressful… perhaps i should have gone for mint tea.
on the other hand, the aroma was enticing, and the taste was fantastic.
on the other other hand, ordering a large was certainly a mistake. about halfway thru the 28 ounce mug, i started to get a bit hypercaffeinated queasy. and i’m fairly certain i lost a few filters between brain and mouth.
on the fourth hand, the biscotti was wonderful. 🙂
*sigh* speaking of food, i’m still thinking about Thanksgiving.
the actual day was an unmitigated disaster. i woke up a little late, was ready in some semblance of time, tried to motivate hubby to be ready, and found myself sitting behind the wheel of the car, an hour after we should have left, watching him check the mail and fish things out of his car in preparation for the drive. we were a full hour and a half late to my parents.
to his credit, my dad (who did the cooking and chauffeuring for my gram) didn’t throttle me. we were miserably late, which i see as an affront to their hospitality, and hurtful to my gram, who only has so much time in a day to visit. as it turned out, dinner worked out to be pretty nice. but walking in, apologizing to everyone, hugging gram, and trying not to snivel all over the place, then fishing out the calming drugs… bleach. (i also think i may have been overly forward in talking with mum after talking the calming drugs, but that remains to be seen.)
then there was Turkey Day #2. Little Man was with us for this one, and i had all day to cook at home. we also had a friend of hubby’s over, someone who deeply appreciates home cooking, and whom LM loves visting. (best comment: ‘oh, man… a meal that doesn’t involve paper bags and speakers!’) so. i had Happy Cooking Time, hubby had a friend over, LM got to perform an entire magic show for an appreciative audience as well as show off all the hamsters, and our guest was pleased as punch. that, to my mind, was a great day.
and while i’m on a food binge, so to speak, we recently went to Frank Guiffrida’s Hilltop Steakhouse. now, i’ve lived here for years. but for much of the time, i was a vegetarian, so the Hilltop wasn’t much of an option. sure, i’d heard about how good the steaks were. and every so often, i was amused by stories of people stealing the cows from out front. (note: not real cows.)
the triggering event was this: we got tenants that we like. and they moved in. and now we have a Small Amount of Income. so hubby and i decided to splurge a bit, with money we didn’t really have, but it still seemed like the right thing to do to celebrate.
oh. mi. lord. what a huge ol’ slice of 1972 that place is! drive up Route 1 in Saugus, turn around and pull into the parking lot (past the huge plastic cattle), and walk into an utterly, fantastically, wonderfully time-bound place.
the aroma of cigarettes still lingers. (as an ex-smoker, this isn’t a selling point, but certainly emphasizes the ‘time out of place’ atmosphere.) the seats are naugahyde. (do you know how many naugas died for this? sez my dad…) the panelling is… well, panelling. and the waitresses seem to have been working there for generations.
you don’t have to wear a sports coat, but it wouldn’t hurt. and the sound track? ay yi yi.
we had a complete and utter throw-back, indulgence dinner. rolls with real butter. chopped salad with thick, rich dressing. French onion soup! i don’t think i’ve ever had it before (see above, vegetarianism), and as an introduction, it couldn’t have been better – thick, rich, beefy, oniony, crunchy croutons, stringy, melty cheese… ummmm. i had a small steak, rare, with a baked potato (sour cream, of course, and scallions) on the side. hubby had a larger steak, with fries. and if we thought we could have had dessert without imploding, we would have. 🙂
*sigh* given my battle with the waistline, food isn’t always my best friend. but sometimes, a good dinner like that is just what the doctor ordered.
remind me to tell you about the Chinese food escapade in the middle of the whiteout snowstorm this past weekend. 😉