Hit Soup Plantation for lunch. Now we are munching on Poppycock while sipping a vodka martini (her) and a rye Manhattan (him) before binge-watching something in our Netflix queue.
Peace. Peace is on the menu. The missus took the kids out, and I stayed in with leftovers. I just finished some navy bean soup and a few little cocktail pizzas (you know, the ones on those little rye squares). With a pint of Urban Chestnut Zwickel. While I sketch out plans for the decorating project I’m working on.
We have left over chili. I think I will do some chili dogs. Mr.Wrekker doesn’t like to eat much on weekends. It’s a carry over from his working days. He may eat a hot dog or just a bowl of chili. My daughter is home from college, but she and friends are going out. They will probably have fast food of some sort. I will cook something nice-ish tomarrow. Maybe a lasagna or a casserole of some sort. We will see.
How was the curry? I happen to know that Wolf Blass’ Chief Winemaker Chris Hatcher recommends their Yellow Label Chardonnay or Shiraz with chicken curry.
ETA I see you haven’t eaten yet. So does it smell promising?
Yes it smells good, but the kerriepoeier may be a bit stronger than I’m used to. I was coughing as I was dry-cooking it. Then Mrs P came by and said: “It smells good, but the curry sort of grabs you by the throat, doesn’t it?”