Deadsy

Nothing really new today either! Ummmm… I downloaded some Deadsy the other night. They do a good cover of that Today’s Tom Sawyer song by Rush.

El went grocery shopping today. It’s good to finally have some food. I hope she doesn’t get too used to this housewife lifestyle!… we’d be broke in no time.

Tomorrow we’re off to see my parents and spend the weekend with them.

I think I\’m pregnant

I found this on my sock this afternoon. I shrieked like a school girl, called all of my friends and told them the good news: that I was pregnant.

I don’t know what it is… some sort of attack drone from a plant perhaps. I’m guessing I picked it up while bicycling to work this morning. I’m curious to see if my socks will suddenly expand in the mid-region and start craving marshmallows and asparagus.

Central Market’s Caesar salad dressing, Fried mozzarella

Elise and I went to my parents’ house this past weekend. Elise and I woke up on Saturday and went outside to put the soft top on the Jeep only to realize that we were missing the first part we needed. We left the hard top off and went for a drive in Bellville. Then Mom and Dad went for a drive.

We picked dewberries and blackberries from the roadside fences later that afternoon.

Elise and I came home late on Sunday.

In other news… Elise really wanted tomato basil (bah-zil) soup the other day so I made her some marinara sauce. By the way, I threw (bah-zil) in there so you would know how I like to pronounce basil. But really, I made marinara sauce. I’m really questioning the Barefoot Contessa’s recipes. It seems like most of the stuff that I cook from that book turn out quite ho-hum. I made some hummus a la the BC and it tasted like pasty ocean water. This tomato basil soup that I made tasted like bland marinara.

So I went to Central Market last night to buy mozzarella cheese. I wanted to make fried mozzarella sticks to go with my marinara-sauce-that-was-supposed-to-be-soup. While I was there, I picked up a small container of Central Market’s Caesar salad dressing and a head of romaine. I walked over to the chef’s deli with a big, friendly smile on my face and politely asked if I could have the recipe for their Caesar dressing.

“No”.

I slowly placed my basket on the ground beside me, I then laid flat on my stomach and kicked my feet repeatedly while I cried. I screamed, I turned near purple and snot began streaming from my nose. People stared and one lady actually stopped and started patting me on the back. I cooed for a moment but then remembered that Central Market wasn’t giving up their Caesar salad dressing recipe.

Okay, I didn’t actually cry. I said something polite, walked away and immediately began the mocking: “nyah nyah nyah we don’t give out our recipes nyah nyah nyah”

Now I’m on a mission. I want that recipe. If anyone has (or has “resources”) Central Market’s Caesar salad dressing recipe, let me know. The stuff is just too expensive. See, you have to weigh the dressing at the salad bar. Any weighstation salad bar can’t make money off the weight of lettuce alone. Those scales are really sensitive so any heavy object will, of course, cost significantly more in a relative sort of way. Or something.

Anyway, I figure I’ll wait a while. If nobody contacts me regarding the secret recipe, I might just go back to Central Market and demand to know the ingredients for dietary purposes. I’m a Central Market Caesar salad dressing junky. That’s fun to say. “I’m a Central Market Caesar salad dressing junky”. Now sing it, kind of to the tune of “I wish I were an Oscar Meyer wiener”. Okay, now stop – you’re acting stupid.

I went home and made fried mozzarella sticks for Elise and myself. The trick to making good fried mozz sticks is to dredge them in flour and throw them in the freezer for half an hour or so. Take them out, dredge in well-beaten eggs and then in bread crumbs (mixed with herbs). Fry at no hotter than 375 degrees for a few seconds.

Elise and I watched American Idol and ate our salads and fried cheese. Sometime today I imagine I will begin some sort of constipated, bloated, garlic and anchovy halitosis induced fit from salad dressing withdrawels.

I had to make a choice

I had to make a very tough decision yesterday. I had to decide between two Little Brothers. The Enrollment Specialist from BBBS called me yesterday to tell me that they had two Little Brothers for me to choose from. I had her e-mail the information to me.

I have to admit, I got a little choked up after reading the boys’ bios. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not pitying them, it’s just the lack of a male role model in their lives and how both of them sound like great kids. It was really hard having to pick one.

Now I wait until BBBS calls me to setup an initial meeting with my Little Bro and his mother – should be by next Thursday.

Baskin Robbins, Dairy Queen

Elise had a really bad day yesterday. Nothing bad happened, it was just one of those days in which she didn’t feel top notch.

I came home for lunch and realized that she was in a bad mood. I went back to work and, well, worked. After work, I hopped over to Central Market and bought a ton of those little roses – the pink ones that just say Spring.

After picking out the flowers, I saw a large straw bonnet that could make for a nice ensemble. As I approached the cashier, I saw a blue tube top shirt that read “TEXAS” across the front.

I ran out to the Jeep, changed into my tube top, put on my bonnet, rode out to the greenbelt and skipped with my pink roses in-hand.

Ahem. I left Central Market and took the bushel of pink roses to my wife. That cheered her up a little.

Elise is looking for a job and getting stressed.

She made a yogurt and cucumber soup for dinner. I don’t know how (nor can I without sounding rude) to say it… we both didn’t really like it – which was fine… trust me, ask to try some of my authentic Mexican mole some time.

After dinner we went to Petsmart to pick up some cat food and then headed to Baskin Robbins for a free scoop of ice cream. Upon nearing Basking Robbins we noticed a line that stretched across two faces of the building. We both decided we would have much rather waited in line for tickets to see Great White’s most recent show.

With ice cream on the mind, we drove up one block and indulged at Dairy Queen. We came home and I watched the Mavericks lose. Blah.