Our weekends are usually pretty unpredictable. I’m often unsure whether we will be eating in at home, or out on the road, so I put little effort into planning meals. This weekend was no exception. Louisa was out on Friday night, and Joe felt like going out to celebrate the end of another week – obviously I wasn’t going to argue against not cooking!
We tried to go to a new bar/restaurant that just opened in our town, but didn’t have the patience for waiting an hour. The closest default was a dinner at Applebee’s which, while it’s never been my favorite place, has improved their menu recently and included more lighter options. Plus, there’s seasonal beer on tap. Like this Victory Summer IPA I drank with my Chicken-Something-Or-Other entree. The beer was much more memorable than the chicken. I love IPAs.
On Saturday I worked to prepare 100 frosted brownies for a Murder Mystery Theatre fund-raising event in which Louisa was involved. I had technical difficulties and the brownies were probably five minutes overcooked – unfortunate but still flavorful and usable. And I wasn’t going to make another 100 frosted brownies or apologize. It happens.
On Sunday inspiration struck, struck Joe to be precise, and he made his famous ‘eggs of death’, a term he coined many years ago in our early wedded days of bliss. Some might call this ‘kitchen sink’ eggs, where you throw in everything you have in the refrigerator except for the kitchen sink. These eggs had grated cheddar, leftover deli ham, and vegetables from a stir fry blend I had purchased for the meal I didn’t prepare on Friday night. They were as good as I remembered except, since Louisa didn’t remember those early wedded days, they held no nostalgic charm for her. In fact, they were rather horrifying. Broccoli for breakfast? The horror.
In the afternoon Joe and I caught the Philadelphia Art Museum’s International Pop Exhibit. I’m very glad we didn’t miss it because it was an interesting retrospective of the development of pop art around the world. Of special note for the “tomatoes” side of this blog was the 1964 food mural called “Foodscape” by Icelandic artist Erró. For the “tangles” side of the blog, there was a small but interesting exhibit of African patterned textiles. These textiles were full of patterns that are already in the tangle collection, or waiting to be discovered. In fact, I’ll be doing one of the patterns in the photo below with my class tonight. Guess which one!
It was too late for lunch, but too early for dinner on our way home from the museum. And inspiration struck me this time. We needed milkshakes. And so we took ourselves to a local burger joint where we indulged in Malted Milk Ball milkshakes. I don’t think it was worked off in my yoga class today. I need at least another 30 minutes of planking. Or maybe 3 hours.
I found the energy to prepare another recipe that I never got around to last week, Chicken Tetrazzini. The sauce was tasty, but I wasn’t really in the mood for it. I think that milkshake did me in. Joe seemed to like everything about it, but the peas spoiled it for Louisa. Ah, the ins and outs of weekend food.