Pass the Pie
Here's what I'm not going to do today: get on the scale. Nothing profitable can come from knowing the truth.
Yesterday I was singing a little song. It went something like this:
"I'm so tubby, tubby, tubby, tubby. All I do is eat. Tubby, tubby, tubby".
It was sung to a light and trilly tune.
Thursday it was turkey and carbs.
Friday it was cocktail treats at Stina's 40th birthday party.
Saturday it was a "traditional" Seattle meal of salmon with hollandaise, chanterelles sauteed with garlic, butter and sherry, roasted golden beets diced and served on a pool of balsamic vinegar reduction, steamed broccolini and cheese tortellini in cream sauce with salmon roe.
Last night we had an amazing Tex-Mex dinner lovingly prepared by Buck: the world's most amazing flank steak fajitas, refried beans (from scratch), Spanish rice and a fresh salsa plus guacamole.
And every meal was capped off with Sortilege, that fabulous whiskey/maple syrup cordial we first enjoyed in Chicago.
Know what's on the menu for this week? Leftovers.
Our time with Buck has been just lovely. He got a little tour of Seattle on Saturday and met some of our friends. I feel a little bad about the fact that the tours haven't been more grand and that what we've mostly done is cook and eat but he doesn't seem to mind. He got to go to mass at the Cathedral yesterday; it was the feast of Christ the King, the last big blow out of ordinary time before Advent begins. It was grand, although the fact is, the liturgy at the Cathedral is always grand. It was nice to see his reaction, though. Reminds me of what a gift it is to go to a church that does liturgy so beautifully.
We have also played multiple games of speed Scrabble. Our minds were kept sharp and lean even as our bodies were being transformed into dumplings.
Things are slowly returning to normal. The Child is off at school, The Spouse at work and Buck and I will just be hanging around talking (and yeah, probably eating something) before I have to take him to the airport this afternoon. The Child has been sleeping on the couch for 4 days and this morning I asked her if it will be nice to have her bed back. She shook her head "no".
"You like sleeping on the couch?"
Again, the head bobs with a "no".
"You're going to miss Uncle Buck, aren't you?"
"Yes".
Awww. It's nice when friends become family.
I'll post some pictures as soon as the camera battery charges up.
Yesterday I was singing a little song. It went something like this:
"I'm so tubby, tubby, tubby, tubby. All I do is eat. Tubby, tubby, tubby".
It was sung to a light and trilly tune.
Thursday it was turkey and carbs.
Friday it was cocktail treats at Stina's 40th birthday party.
Saturday it was a "traditional" Seattle meal of salmon with hollandaise, chanterelles sauteed with garlic, butter and sherry, roasted golden beets diced and served on a pool of balsamic vinegar reduction, steamed broccolini and cheese tortellini in cream sauce with salmon roe.
Last night we had an amazing Tex-Mex dinner lovingly prepared by Buck: the world's most amazing flank steak fajitas, refried beans (from scratch), Spanish rice and a fresh salsa plus guacamole.
And every meal was capped off with Sortilege, that fabulous whiskey/maple syrup cordial we first enjoyed in Chicago.
Know what's on the menu for this week? Leftovers.
Our time with Buck has been just lovely. He got a little tour of Seattle on Saturday and met some of our friends. I feel a little bad about the fact that the tours haven't been more grand and that what we've mostly done is cook and eat but he doesn't seem to mind. He got to go to mass at the Cathedral yesterday; it was the feast of Christ the King, the last big blow out of ordinary time before Advent begins. It was grand, although the fact is, the liturgy at the Cathedral is always grand. It was nice to see his reaction, though. Reminds me of what a gift it is to go to a church that does liturgy so beautifully.
We have also played multiple games of speed Scrabble. Our minds were kept sharp and lean even as our bodies were being transformed into dumplings.
Things are slowly returning to normal. The Child is off at school, The Spouse at work and Buck and I will just be hanging around talking (and yeah, probably eating something) before I have to take him to the airport this afternoon. The Child has been sleeping on the couch for 4 days and this morning I asked her if it will be nice to have her bed back. She shook her head "no".
"You like sleeping on the couch?"
Again, the head bobs with a "no".
"You're going to miss Uncle Buck, aren't you?"
"Yes".
Awww. It's nice when friends become family.
I'll post some pictures as soon as the camera battery charges up.
Labels: eating, I need celery and mineral water, Uncle Buck
cobbled together by Moi at 8:44 AM
28 Comments:
Stina does not look 40.
I tried to call, but all I got was static.
Did you watch the BSG movie this weekend? I didn't know it was on, but my DVR did.
Buck cooked dinner in your house? I don't even cook dinner in my house.
That's all for now.
i've been eating non stop since wednesday. i am SO off food for a while. UGH.
I'm totally depressed. I don't have a DVR. Frak.
Monica, I'll see your "ugh" and raise you a "blech".
I see your UGH and your blech and raise you a
a
ok, what trumps that? a full belly?
Questions:
How do you play speed scrabble?
What's BSG?
Why don't you get TiVo?
I'll raise all y'all with a big ol whiney cry - I left my leftovers on my friends kitchen counter 80 miles away! WHAAAAAAAH! (fists of rage)
I ate green bean casserole for breakfast. So I'll raise ya'll a double-barf with a side of indigestion. So there.
That song sounds like something Pooh would sing.
and me too
SCG: Yum. Green bean "burp" casserole...
Anne: It's a very Pooh sort of song.
I gained 2/10th of a pound and I can live with that.
How do you play speed scrabble? It takes hours when my beloved and I play.
:-(
i missed BSG too...
Twisi: This is me, hating you.
Mom: I'm writing a post about the game for the uninitiated. With pictures and everything.
Thmswht: Dang! There better be reruns. So say we all.
What is BSG?
So say we all!
I want to learn how to play Speed Scrabble, too! Perhaps "Uncle Buck" can teach me. *smiles*
Thanks for giving him back to us here in the Midwest! *grin*
Love,
MHP :)
Dant (and Anne): BSG - Battlestar Galactica. The greatest show on television. (When it's on television. Which it isn't right now).
MHP: He is rarin' to teach you! And we've already developed the necessary rules to keep Iwanski from kicking butt every time he plays.
You are welcome to have him back but you'll have to share him again soon!
(And when are you coming to the great NW, hmmm?)
The weekend was ALL about eating. Mah bellah is ginormous.
And with THAT lovely image to send you all to sleep ... Zzzzzzzzzz.
Wonderful!!!!!!
um...eating is a good thing.
Sounds like a lovely time was had.
That's nice.
Red, I'll see that bellah and raise you one mottled thigh.
Mouse, the eating was very good. The slowing of the digestion, not so much.
Iwanski, indeed.
I got two mottled thighs and a a dimpled butt
I dreamed of playing Speed Scrabble last night. See what you did?
I've decided that Speed Scrabble is actually a combination of Boggle and Scrabble -- at least it is the way I score it where I get double points for "box" and "ox". SO, the name of the game should be "Scrobble."
I miss you guys already. It was incredible.
Or, maybe, "Scroggle"
And you speak of this glorious food fest if though it were a problem???? Sounds like you satisified at least seven or eight of the basic needs of happiness - money and sex were missing but then that's really none of our business is it?
Here, Anne. Sounds like you need some of this celery, too.
Buck, you are clearly obsessed. I accept full responsibility. Come back soon.
Willym, you're right. It was glorious.
Oh, that's a traditional Seattle meal? Crap. I guess I messed that up. I thought it involved ketchup.
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