2001-08-03 - 6:51 p.m. You mightn't think that a self-described "short mouthy Jewish stud muffaletta" and a tall-ish soft-spoken Taiwanese-American klutz would have much in common, but Dichroic continues to astonish me with her revelations. Ice cream for breakfast! I'm not alone! (And occasionally other creamy stuff, too, but not this morning, and methinks that's likely already Too Much Information given that People Who Know Me In Real Life read this journal. (Sorry about that, y'all. We now return to The Windowseat's customary demure programming.)) Anyway, for breakfast this morning I met up with the Sherlockian guys at Dan's Cafe for the Sunrise Special ($2.59 for a plate of grits, bacon, biscuits and eggs) and an extended discussion of Tennessee's education problems. (You know your state's in trouble when it ranks below Mississippi...) Three hours later, the office gals and I trooped over to the IHOP that's getting torn down later this year: coffee, vegetable soup, blintzes. Now that I'm home, I'm noshing on half a cantaloupe and a bowl of leftover broccoli, squid and brown rice. The supermarket was out of oyster sauce, so I tried to make do with Kikkoman "stir-fry" sauce. Wrong move: it being overly sweet, the BYM wound up pushing the veggies and squid around his plate to denude them of sauce before putting them into his mouth. I should probably just start buying oyster sauce by the gallon given how quickly we go through it. I haven't decided yet what we'll do for dinner proper when he gets home - possibly a salad and some stir-fried squash. There's some leftover pizza I should probably wrap in foil and toss into the freezer for one of next week's breakfasts. The plan for the rest of the evening is to tackle the household chores I didn't quite get around to last night, for which I blame Jan: If she hadn't notified me of her Top Five Collab entry, I wouldn't have thought, hey, I should do that, and which landed me keyboard-deep in food memories instead of folding laundry. Best-laid plans, bah. As usual, the usual disclaimer (this is what I remember today, tomorrow's another list, my favorite dessert's the one I haven't yet tried, etc.). That said:
liquid
savory
sweet
eating out
chez nous
It's certain that fine women eat
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