OK, it seems like I never have such rich food-filled weekends (at least lately!). You guys are artists of eating. Can I just tell you how pathetic I am? OK here goes.
Friday night Lenny had rehearsal so I sat drinking the end of a nice cabernet from a few days before and went to all my favorite online shopping sites and put clothing in the shopping carts. I didn’t buy anything. Then I had a delicious dinner of frozen weight watchers lasagna (which I always doctor up with some red pepper flakes, and crumbled dried oregano, plus a lot of extra fresh grated parmesan cheese in order to negate the weight watcher-ness) and I had a salad with sundried tomatoes, mushrooms and pine nuts to go with it.
Saturday morning I had half a banana with some Optimum Slim cereal (recommended by John – baffles me why John would need to eat anything “slim”). Later I was starving and I had some store bought sushi that I hadn’t eaten all week and I hate wasting food so I was determined to eat it. Lenny said it was disgusting, and I started eating it and it *was* disgusting. Sometimes the store bought sushi rice has that a strange sweet gooey taste that I can’t stand, and the wasabi reminds me of a rubber eraser. So instead I got out a frozen weight watchers panini with chicken (supposedly) and spinach and mushrooms and popped that sucker in the microwave. It was marginally more satisfying than the sushi.
Saturday night we went to my mom’s in Farmington for the annual “Dad Dinner.” Every year in February my brothers and aunts and uncles and my mom (and now her new husband) get together to have dinner in remembrance of my dad who was born and died in February. We play my Grandpa Karle’s music (he was professional piano player), catch up and bring up silly things we remember about my dad, drink lots (which is why Lenny and I, my brother John from NYC, and my brother Joe and his wife Beth and 2 kids were all staying overnight), and eat dinner. This year my mom made a fresh ham, but she thought she needed 9 lbs for 14 people, then it ended up the butcher gave her 11 pounds, and then she ended up somehow overcooking it! Luckily her new husband Tom is the king of gravy (which is good because neither my mom nor I have ever mastered it) and he whipped up this lovely flavorful dark sauce that saved the pork. She also served potatoes au gratin and green beans and another variation on the Michigan salad (our favorite) with dried cranberries, toasted walnuts, crumbled blue cheese, and raspberry vinaigrette. For dessert she served mini-frozen dove bars. Then my brothers and Lenny and I stayed up until 2 am and drank all the beer in the house.
When I finally got up on Sunday morning to the sounds of my nephews making farting sounds outside my door, I drank a cup of coffee and saw that Tom had made some delicious-looking buckwheat pancakes, but I don’t really eat in the morning so I didn’t try them. In the afternoon my brother and I went to the Twelve Oaks Mall, where, having only been to Briarwood, I felt like I had just landed from a third world country. In 5 minutes I had opened (well, reactivated) my Lord & Taylor charge card and bought myself some fancy new boots – on sale of course!. After warming up in the department store (new winter hat, flip flops for upcoming trip to Puerto Rico) I felt ready to venture out into the mall area, but we only were able to stop in a couple of stores before we were too overwhelmed by the bright lights and sale signs and children hanging out in the front of the multiple Abercrombie and Fitch stores, so we had to leave.
After that we went to see the Last King of Scotland, and I had a $4 bottle of Dasani water and some popcorn. They didn’t put butter on the popcorn, but there was a mysterious metal urn with a spout marked “popcorn topping” on the table with the hot dog condiments. We discussed for a while what this could be (my brother insisted it was something with canola oil) and finally just decided to go for it. It tasted vaguely like butter. Does anyone know what this stuff is? Or maybe I don’t want to know. In any event if you are going to be eating anything while watching the Last King of Scotland you want to get it over with early on, so I scarfed down my popcorn with mystery topping while my brother devoured a bag of twizzlers.
Needing to redeem ourselves from a culinary perspective, we decided to stop at Whole Foods on the way back to Ann Arbor. We picked up a dozen vegetable potstickers, some Tofu squares with cilantro, teriyaki sweet potatoes, and sauteed kale with shitake mushrooms. We ate dinner in front of the TV while we watched Desperate Housewives. The show was ok. The food was best I’d had all weekend.
(Hope I’m not going to get expelled from the G3 for admitting all this.)