Food from Billu, an Indian food truck, one of our favorites. We both had Lamb Vindaloo, with beer from the brewery where we ate.
The bartender was asking how the food was, so I offered her a taste. I assumed she knew it would be spicy, but nope. She was shocked that we could sit there calmly eating what to her was painful.
She kept telling people how hot our food was. When they’d ask us what we were eating we’d tell them, leading to lots of laughter. It was deliciously spicy.
Roast chicken leg quarters, with compound butter under the skin. The herbs were from my “garden.”* With roasted potatoes, mushrooms, shallots, garlic, and cherry tomatoes. Steamed broccoli, too.
*My garden is a small rolling raised planter box. It’s great for herbs!
My gf spent much of Sunday making her almost famous vegetable soup which ended up not being ready until Monday.
I made my almost famous coleslaw as a side. When I make coleslaw I use a whole head of cabbage, so I’ll be eating slaw with lunch, dinner, and as a snack for a while.
Last night: sweet and sour pork, brown rice with soy sauce, an egg roll with duck sauce, and a glass of ice water. Later, some Halloween Reese’s Peanut Butter Pumpkins and a glass of cold milk.
Tonight is a special meal: snow crab legs (toasted in the oven, not boiled) with heavily seasoned melted butter.
A few of last night’s potatoes, to count as a vegetable.
… and while it all thaws/heats, I’m having dessert first: Brazilian style avocado (with lemon and sugar, vs. Mexican style with lime and salt) because, well, sometimes dessert comes first.
Technically, that counts as a fruit serving, right?
Oh, no. No. You go to your room and think about what you did!
No, it’s a distinction worth making, as Ogden Nash observed in The Purist:
I give you now Professor Twist, A conscientious scientist, Trustees exclaimed, “He never bungles!” And sent him off to distant jungles. Camped on a tropic riverside, One day he missed his loving bride. She had, the guide informed him later, Been eaten by an alligator. Professor Twist could not but smile. “You mean,” he said, “a crocodile.”
My son was visiting for an extended weekend, so, per his request, the culinary motif for the weekend was “junk food”. But at least, junk food a la Wolfpup! Like my authentic homemade burgers, baked Italian sausages with beans* and fries, homemade pizza, lasagna.
So tonight it’s just me and myself and it will be something super simple and easy. Probably a chipotle chili I picked up on the last shopping trip, scooped up with big tortilla chips. And maybe a kielbassa sandwich with a Strub’s sliced garlic pickle.
* - My beans are still made with pan-sauteed onions and hickory smoke barbecue sauce, but are now made with Bush’s Original (or sometimes Homestyle) instead of Heinz beans – thank you Dopers for the recommendation! Heinz beans aren’t bad at all when properly anointed, but Bush’s are indeed better.