1) Remember bruschetta? Remember how bruschetta used to be like, a thing? Like, any restaurant you would go to, regardless of type of cuisine would have bruschetta and people saying, "I loooove bruschetta" and getting all weirdly faux-Italian with the pronunciation was a regular occurrence ("BROOOOSCHKKKETTTA") I don't know why this came up recently, but I've been weirdly fixated on it. Like, it was SO ubiquitous, guys! As if chopped tomatoes with some basil on garlic on bread was the be-all and end-all. You couldn't show up to a graduation party without it appearing. I love it as much as the next person (in season), but I feel that the benefit of distance allows me to say that bruschetta is a b***h to eat in public. The tomatoes get everywhere!
2) Last week we walked into Kernals to pick up some supplies for our planned Settlers of Cattan date with Dr. Rei and Hanbo. While we were there, we met this guy who was basically the Kernals-version of Randal Graves. Anyway, we were riffing with the guy about his job and then the Dotytron said something like, "yeah, and then 8 years later, you're still here" at which point I proceeded to die inside while the guy said, "8 years? Dude, I've only been here for 6 months." When we left the store I was like, way to make that dude feel like he's doing a go-nowhere job for the rest of his life and he has no future. LOL! The Dotytron is all like, "what? Noooo...he got that it was a joke, right?" And then when the ramifications of what he had said sunk in, proceeded to feel really bad. We realized that he picked a number that was all-too-feasible for a Kernals front-line employee. It's really easy to meet the 8 year mark doing a gig like that. The Dotytron should have picked like, 80 years or something to drive the joke point home.
3) During what was a generally hilarious conversation later that same evening, the topic of the "2nd earth" (aka the Christmas Planet - worst name, EVER! Why not just call it "unobtanium"?!?) that had been dominating the news over the holidays came up. Hanbo, ever the sensible one, asked, "How do they know the planet is so earth-like?" To which Dr. Rei and I, already on a spinning-each-other-up tear, responded at the same time (respectively): "They just do!" "They can see it........trails off uncomfortably" LOL!!! So typical us.
4) So, as some of you may know, the Dotytron and I availed ourselves of a 50% Porter seat sale to book ourselves a little 10th anniversary trip to NYC. The big question mark was what to do with the Boobla. My mum said no, it's a lot to ask of Momma D, and we weren't sure if we wanted to part with him anyway. The interim solution (which allowed for maximum unfettered restauranting on my part) was going to be dropping him off with my sister so that she would take him into the daycare Little Big Cuz goes to and then picking him up. Not bad all around (even if my heart did falter at the thought of him eating US institutional daycare food for 3 days). Anyway, we were still up in the air about what we're going to do, until Momma D came up with the brilliant plan to come with us to NYC. That way, she could watch the Big Yam at night while we did our own thing and all was right in the world. So cute!
Until I started getting the odd email with a food/restaurant suggestion (full disclosure: there have been 2 emails, and 1 of the restos was already on my spreadsheet). I am such a control freak that it had never crossed my mind that in travelling with other people, THEY MIGHT NOT CEDE GASTRONOMIC CONTROL TO ME. LOL! Like, my family generally lets me do the meal planning, if something like that is available. When I've traveled with other friends, it hasn't been an issue. Either they're eaters like me that I trust implicitly, or, they're willing to cede control to me and eat weird random sandwiches on their own time (see: Dr. Rei and the Dotytron in Florence & Rome. See: what a hard time they gave me when I refused to eat anything that wasn't on "the list"). Anyway, Momma D has been lovely about it and has as much as said that I can meal plan the entire trip but even the odd innocuous email suggestion stresses me out. Because I'm a psycho. LOL! We're having to adjust our eating plans anyway to accommodate the presence of the Big Yam.
It just goes to show you that in all things Lagerfeld, it's Lagerfeld's way or the highway.
Tonight for dinner we had braised squid and chickpeas with whole wheat couscous and light, simple, mixed green salad. The braised squid was pretty terrible, I don't think I'll be making that again.