Rock Shrimp Risotto with a salad. Manhattans to drink.*
*The Manhattans were props for a Face Time call to my gf’s 94 year old aunt. A Manhattan, up, in a chilled martini glass was always her go-to drink. Now she is in a nursing home. She sipped prune juice while we sipped Manhattans.
I made Chana Masala and Curry Chicken.
For the curry chicken I used dried hot peppers my Indian food truck friend gave me. It was 
fire!
Apple cider to drink for some odd reason.
Tonight, imma do something I haven’t done for myself in a while: cook a proper homemade dinner.
I just procured the necessary supplies for something my ex and I came up with together. We called them “Chicken Doo-Dads” and they’re chunks of boobies stuffed with pickled jalapeño and mozzarella, then wrapped in bacon (with a couple toothpicks to hold it all together) and pan-fried.
If the chicken is roughly, I dunno, just a big bigger than a golf ball, then by the time the bacon is done - rolling every few minutes to sear all sides - the chicken is cooked through and the cheese is all melty.
Ordering in meatball sandwiches from 24th & Meatballs.
Finished product. Having a strawberry popsicle for dessert.
Looks and sounds quite tasty!
We had fantasies about going out for dinner tonight, but by afternoon my dear had a headache and I had ganked my knee this morning, so we decided to stay home. She’d picked up some Carnegie Deli corned beef, and I had it on sourdough with mustard. A few El Chingons and a Stars loss for dessert.
Tomorrow’s gonna be homemade fried cheeseburgers. MMMMMmmmm.
What part gets fried? The patty? Or, like, the whole thing a la a Monte Cristo?
Hehehe, that’s a decadent idea! But no, it’s just a patty fried on a flat top. 
I got a pound of ground cow (they slaughter the animal and grind everything), so I’m grilling burgers tonight. I’m looking forward to it, the meat is beautiful.
Man, everybody’s having burgers tonight!
Bean and smoked hamhock soup with cornbread muffins.
Fine, screw up the 'burger streak.
(That soup sounds good though!)
A glorious spring afternoon over at the BiLs , lots of grilled cow, chasing the pup arround, Malbec, tres leches cake for dessert, then a snifter of Lagavulin as we chilled in the early evening.
Yay for teenager designated drivers.
Pork roast, Baked sweet potatoes and red beets with a white cake for dessert. Much coffee with the cake and afterwards.
Stuffed poblano peppers with rice and refried beans. To drink, a big pitcher of sangria.
My gf “complained” that I made too much sangria, then she eventually “complained” there wasn’t enough.
Last night was cheesy cauliflower over a baked potato, with a grocery store rotisserie chicken.
Tonight will be a mixed mushroom soup.
Last night a korean pork stir fry thing , twas twas excellent.
Not sure tonight, i suspect lentil stew.
Chicken boobies baked in a “sauce” of minced garlic, apricot jam, and some Asian jarred sauce I can’t be arsed to look up.
Nuked rice/pasta side to go with.
Hey, it’s food!
Faux Conch & Dumplings.
One of our favorite restaurants on earth is Yvette’s, a neighborhood restaurant on a side street in the Quartier D’Orleans on the French side of Saint Martin. It’s difficult to find, but had a glowing review in Gourmet Magazine years ago.
They gave us their conch recipes (Conch Ceviche and Conch & Dumplings), but the instructions begin with details on how to pick the best conch at the seafood market in Marigot.
So, we substitute scallops for conch and dream.
To drink I opened a bottle of St Angus, a sour brewed by Draai Laag Brewery.
Going to be grilled chicken, roast taters , probably wine
