Jun 22nd, 2004
Well, I've decided to get over the fact that my friends are making fun of me and soldier on. I've thought of starting my own cooking blog rather than overwhelming this site, but there are so many cooking blogs out there already. And really, what would be my angle? Busy mom cooks food her kids won't eat? I don't know, somehow it doesn't really reach out and grab you. So I guess I'll continue here for now, until I get too embarrassed or find an alternate venue.
I did do some cooking over the weekend. Saturday evening my friend Larissa came over with her daughter, Alina, who is a good buddy of Jay's. We had a nice relaxed picnic style meal of good bread, spreads, and avocados that she brought, some broiled soy-lime marinated tuna, and green salad that I made, and some yummy summer mangos, cherries, and blueberries. With a few beers and the kids playing out back in the last rays of the sun, life just doesn't get better than that. Well, actually the gourmet chocolates that Larissa brought (I tasted one scented with Earl Gray tea, and another that tasted of fresh mint right out of the garden) did manage to make life just the tiniest bit better!
On Father's Day I made Jim his favorite breakfast, which is prepared as follows: Walk to the Red Apple market and buy donuts - get maple, sugar, and chocolate kinds. Let Jim sleep in until at least 10:00. Arrange donuts attractively on a plate while he makes his usual latte. Serve.
It never fails.
My parents came up for the day, but my mom hasn't been feeling all too well, so we had a nice big lunch instead of a dinner so they could get home early. Jim requested chicken club sandwiches, so that's what we had, with an avocado aioli and a big salad for the Atkins-ites who wouldn't do the bread part. For dessert, vanilla icecream and strawberries from my dad's garden. It was all good.
Along with the strawberries, my parents brought along the biggest cabbage known to humankind. I don't really want to know what my dad is putting on his garden to achieve these mutant vegetables, but I literally had to use all my body weight to wedge that dang thing into our fridge. I'm not sure it's ever coming out again, but if it does, a veritable mountain of slaw will ensue. If you don't hear from us again, it's because we have been buried under a metric ton of shredded cabbage.