This is going to be an extremely long post. I’m sorry about that. This is the problem with being 1) goofily happy with someone and 2) recovering from ugly sickness. These things are unrelated, but both keep me too pre-occupied to post. So, this will be long, but I will try to divide it up so you can read it in chunks!
I made a curried buternut squash risotto on thursday night. It was different, but entirely delicious. A 1.5 pound butternut squash, half of it was roasted face down, the other have cut into 1/4″ dice and tossed with olive oil, salt, pepper, and garam masala and roasted until crispy. The regular roasted squash was mashed up and added to the almost mostly done risotto, the diced was added at the end. I used half veggie broth and half water with a dollop of mild curry paste (indian style, not thai). I want to make it again, but next time not veggie broth, the reduction of the broth was too too rich.
This is a pointless ramble about this one time I had really bad risotto. Went to dinner at Sydney’s once. Sydney’s is supposed to be one of those upscale restaurants with smart and trendy dishes, the reality is that their menu has a number of upscale, smart and trendy words and phrases printed on it, but the kitchen is full of second rate ingredients, pre packaged, boil in bag food and uninspired, untrained grill jockeys. I ordered the smoked chicken and dried cherry risotto, I had foolishly high hopes. Now, risotto, as we all know, is a rice dish. the word risotto means ‘tasty and comforting bowl of rice food that is kind of tedious to make but the results far exceed any time spent over the stove”. Sydney’s never got the memo. The dish I was served had SOME rice, but mostly it had overly sweetened dried cherries and 12 pounds of ‘chicken’ cooked some weeks before on the mother shipped, smoke flavored and vacuum packed before shipped to earth. It was horrid. I learned a brightly valuable lesson. Why am I telling you this? who the hell knows.
Friday night we headed to Bryant Lake Bowl to see the Secret Confessions show with the Mean Sisters. Very cute, lots of fun. Sadly, the waiter brought our beer but never came back fr our food order. That’s fine, after the show, David and I headed over to the Longfellow Grill instead. I had me the Elvis burger (best burger in town by far). Friday night ended up being a date. I love dates. I love dates in that stupid, goofy romantic way.
I finally re-purchased the Cowboy Bebop DVD’s. Quite an investment, you can’t really get the 6 dvd set anymore, they sell the shitty 3 dvd set and I really did not want that. I held out and finally found the set for a reasonable price on eBay. Good price for the brand new set, but the shipping took for-fucking-ever! Started watching them. I’d forgotten how much I loved Cowboy Bebop. Now I get to veg out to Cowboy Bebop as much as possible.
Another wonderful breakfast at Maria’s eating corn pancakes (cachapas), this time with James (as he needed a ride to the airport). I forgot to order the single pancake so I ended up with the double and having way more food than I could eat. Are there enough superlatives in the world to describe cachapas? No.
of course I write about the dogs, I love the dogs, the dogs rock hard. Dog park for a while, but not long enough. Maddie does okay for a bit but becomes overwhelmed and thugs out on the other dogs. Levi happened to be there with Milo and Bela, Hooray! Ghengis LOVES Milo, they’re very evenly matched (for now, Milo is only 6 months old, eventually he will get to be too big). We’ll have to start bringing Ghengis to the park without Maddie every once in a while. I like getting Maddie out there to socialize her and exercise her, but being there for only 20 or 30 minutes is not enough for Ghengis. We’ll keep working on it though. Ghengis also got to play with a coupld of dachshunds for a while, they were so damned CUTE.
Went to see Wallace and Gromit last night (I know I know, it’s late, I always see movies late). It was good, but I think they do better with short form. It just wasn’t as tight as their other stuff. Still, though, It was cute and fun and the theatre was full of cute kids.
Last night, David and I cuddled up in bed and listened to the This American Life archives. Shopping, life in the navy and babysitting, those were the topics we hit last night. It was kind of like a date only it involved maximum cuddles and falling asleep with my face on his chest.
El Doggies Pt:2
We also played a game with Ghengis last night called “In other parts of the world”. We let him know that in other parts of the world, small brown doggies are not allowed to take up so much pillow real estate and in other parts of the world small brown doggies are eaten for dinner and in other parts of the world small brown doggies are beaten in their sleep for no reason. Ghengis is a good small brown doggie and he took it all with good humor. Maddie, on the other hand just tries to get as much cuddling as possible.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
Today was cake and ice cream at my dad’s for his birthday. We got him monster movies and champaign and it was fun for all!
For whatever reason I was in the mood for italian food, not real italian food (but also not Olive Garden), I was in the mood for red sauce and noodles and italian sausage and all that. We went to Vescios in Dinkytown. I got exactly what I was craving, a huge huge plate of rigatoni with generic red sauce, italian sausage and a scoop of ricotta cheese. The salad was straight up iceberg lettuce with canned olives and boring dressing, the bread was 2 degrees from wonder bread. It was not authentic, it was fabulous.
When we left, David hit the nail on the head, the place has the ambiance of an old tractor tire. It’s so old school. Dark panelling, uncomfortable molded veneer booths, I even saw them pouring red sauce into the big pot from a giant bucket. This is the kind of place your grandparents went to for Italian food and they thought they were in for a treat. Sadly, the prices did not reflect the atmosphere or the lack of effort, it still cost $36 for dinner and we only had water to drink. Oh well, we probably won’t go back again, but I have enough leftovers in the fridge.
Came home to 5 piles of dog puke on the floor. What the fuck, doggies? Seriously.
I apologize for the length (and this is the edited version, I didn’t even tell you about the cranky pharmacist with the cold sore and practiced disinterest). I’ll try to be updating more often, I just need to find the time and wherewithal!