Monday, October 8, 2007
Exciting? Um...not so much. Unless you think lettuce is exciting...
Not much cooking this weekend.
I did have Thai take-out Saturday night: my favorite laab (or larb) salad with chicken (sometimes tofu or beef), chiles, kaffir lime and fish sauce served with lettuce, cucumbers and sticky rice.
And two crispy tofu spring rolls.
And I had this deliciousness all to myself as the Mr. was busy getting his geek on with an old friend at a Comic Book Convention.
Comic. Book. Convention.
No, I don't want to talk about it.
When I placed my order at the Thai restaurant (which was NOT busy at all), the 13 year-old-looking girl told me that it would be a "while" as I had ordered the sticky rice as an extra (sorry, you don't eat this salad without it- it's horrifying to even consider the thought.)
I said "That's o.k, I need to run to Walgreens anyways". And off I went down the block to peruse the drugstore makeup selections and make the ever-importand decision: Us, or People?
I tend to linger in Walgreens- I can seriously spend an hour there, walking back and forth in the makeup, making the salesclerks nervous.
I purchased this new-to-me product there, and I think I'm in love. (Boys, think about sports here for a minute as I briefly discuss makeup.)
Some of you know how devoted I am to my Terra tints lip stuff. This new product is easily 99% as awesomely awesome. Light, sheer, shiny, good but not overpowering color. Highly recommended. (end makeup discussion.)
Anyhoo- I go back to the restaurant, approximately 1/2 hour later, and the same girl just stands there, staring at me blankly.
Me: "Is my order ready?"
Her: "Um, yeah. It's going to be a while. The sticky rice takes longer, you know."
(I look to my left and count 3 people eating sticky rice at that exact same moment)
Me: "Um, yeah, I know. O.k. Do you have any idea how long it will be?"
(What? How is "why?" an answer? What the fuck do you mean- "WHY?")
Me: "Well, I thought I'd run one more errand but I just wanted to know how long I have."
Her: "What errand?"
Me: (pausing, thinking WHAT THE FUCK? What an odd question. What the hell do you care? Excuse me, Miss, have you been hit on the head lately? Taken any pills from strangers? Hmm...?)
"I'm going to the liquor store. I'll be back." I turned on my heel and marched out.
I went down the street, had a beer at a bar, stopped at the liquor store, and meandered down Grand Avenue- killing approximately 45 minutes in the process.
When I went back to the restaurant, my order was just coming out of the kitchen. Some days the universe just likes to play Russian roulette with my patience, it seems.
But it was delicious. Worth a 1.25+ hour wait? The jury's still out on that one. Whatever.
Moving on now...
I did make sort of a "greek-ish" pizza last night, but pizza is so easy I don't really count it as cooking. I'm at work so I can't post a pic. Use your imagination.
The catering was weird, but fine. I guess I don't really know for sure. I just sort of left when my work was done. I don't have patience for waiting around at these things. If you can't be around at the end to say whatever you need to say post-meal, too bad- I'm done. Just make sure my check arrives this week, or you're going to hear from me, that's for damn sure.
And...that's it. That was my weekend.
About as exciting as plain yogurt, but still kind of nice.
Anyone else eat anything interesting this weekend?