Thursday, August 7, 2008

Food etc.

Between books: awful feeling.

I'm making a chicken chili. Rash? Perhaps. But my attempt to dose Slim with grass-fed beef resulted in three days of agony and definite confirmation that this metabolic difficulty was not a figment of his imagination! Besides, Pam Anderson is pretty reliable. I've also started a banana pudding; I'll make a jalapeno cornbread closer to dinnertime tomorrow. I've asked a sort of motley crew and chicken and chili both feel sort of safe, although not it's true necessarily in combo.

Slim is in very queer stirrups and has been grouchy as all git-out lately, which is why we're going to Pearl Oyster tonight. With my brother, but still. And Charlie as we know is looking seedy and needs fattening up. I'm planning to have: shrimp cocktail and caesar salad, which sounds dull but they do both spectacularly well.

Might do a margarita tomorrow but 3 count em 3 guests are all on the wagon, so perhaps not. I know, it's strange.


Bonnie said...

I'm between books too, so I will probably revert to my summer staple: Patricia Highsmith. I love them so that I dole them out to myself at a rate of one per year. But I am allowed to reread them.

Meredith said...

I, too, am between books. Or, I'm about to be; I'm a chapter away from finishing my three-book volume of Dashiell Hammett stories (The Maltese Falcon, The Thin Man, and Red Harvest). Not at all sure what to pick up next, though I have plenty of unread choices on my bookshelf.

Very odd indeed that your dinner guests are on the wagon! I don't even know what to do with those people.