Well, it's Friday, and this week that means that it's my turn to cook dinner. It was Charlie's turn on Wednesday, but we had a pizza party/video session on Wednesday so he shirked his duties and the lightweights went hungry. As usual. Charles and I will therefore be tag-teaming this dinner, and it will be a masterpiece. On the menu is a mango-glazed turkey breast from this month's Food & Wine. Callaghan get F&W although his favorite meal is turkey on white bread. Period. He likes to savor the purity of the turkey and exthoxlated diglycerides, offset only with the tang of calcium propionate (to retain freshness). Vegetables or condiments would only mess that up. But I digress.
The Menu
BEER
MANGO-GLAZED TURKEY BREAST
COCONUT-SCENTED RICE
Charlie's specialty for cheap and delicious calories. Probably the best thing he makes, but don't tell him or he'll get cocky.
TOMATO AND ZUCCHINI BREAD GRATIN
Using a huge zucchini left on our fair-game table on Wednesday and tomatoes from the rooftop garden; also cheap and also delicious. AND a way to trick Anthony into eating vegetables.
CUCUMBER BLACKBERRY FRAPPES
We have extra cucumbers from last week. This may turn into a cucumber-only frappe, thanks to the day's latest adventure:
I can't find my wallet. I have been retracing my steps from last night, when I'm certain I had it. I needed to see if I had my ID, thanks to last night's adventure:
Running from the cops.
It all started when I was giving the James Twins a ride home from the boathouse. Then it got more exciting when Osborne asked for a ride too. For those of you who don't know, the Grumbler only fits three comfortably/legally. It isn't an extended cab or anything excessive like that. So Ross had to hop into the bed for the mile drive home. We grumbled our way up Alexander, but the Man was waiting for us. Ross hopped out, but it was too late; we had been found out.
The 5-0 followed us in hot pursuit (strictly 25mph), and presumably started running my plates to see if the Grumbs is registered properly, etc. It is, of course. (This is when I checked for my ID, incase the Penelopes got cranky.) I stopped at the next intersection and prepared to make a very cautious left, but traffic was heavy and I wasn't about to take a risk with Johnny Law on my bumper. Out of the blue, a lady in an SUV signaled for me to proceed in front of her. As you can imagine, this presented me with a pretty tough decision. Make an illegal turn with The Fuzz right behind me? You bet I will.
Lucky for us, Ms. SUV (now at the head of a long line of traffic) pulled in front of the cop, blocking his pursuit! We immediately saw opportunity and blazed (25mph) over potholes, around the corner, through a traffic light and back into the AQ. Running from the Po and taking refuge in a church? God, we are badasses. It's not easy, but it's all part of the Life We've Chosen.
PS-I found my wallet, on the table in the common room where I left it at Thursday Night Dinner. Let the feast begin.
