It is gearing up to be a food weekend.
First off, a friend made reservations for a seriously good tapas restaurant when I visit her next month. The chef of this place (we've been before) is a James Beard nominee and worked at E.Bulli.
And, Saturday, I have a funeral to attend. Southerners know how to throw a funeral. I got the call earlier this week from the person coordinating the food. Fortunately, the Old Woman supplied me with a copy of Being Dead is No Excuse. My contributions will be a large, colorful salad with balsamic dressing/homemade croutons and a chocolate cake. I'm going to make the chocolate zucchini cake that has been popular with my peeps lately. The coordinator was pleased that it's a bundt because you can get lots of servings from a bundt. (Instead of walnuts, I put in a bag of mini choco chips. . . because chocolate.)
Tomorrow, The Phenom is going to take me to lunch. A rare treat! We'll swing by the wholesale grocery to pick up a disposable, lidded salad bowl and cake carrier. I'm a little ashamed I don't have them handy . . . as any good southern cook should. One need always be prepared to show up with a cake in the case of a death. .
Lastly, I've been reading the Thug Kitchen Cookbook. I spent many years being a vegetarian. I actually enjoyed the creativity of the diet. I even got smug about sneaking tofu in Phenom's food. But, for health reasons, I've given up being a vegetarian. This cookbook has rekindled my interest in vegetarian food.
So, I HAD to buy one of those super blender appliances to make veggie smoothies. I have a large bag of kale/spinach and a pineapple in my fridge waiting for experimental smoothies.
One of the games the Old Woman and I liked to play was to list off all the wondrous improvements to our lives with the tweaking of just one little thing. My skin would clear of acne, I would be elected the president of the student body, we'd win publisher's clearinghouse, etc. I'm sure that a week of drinking kale/pineapple/frozen strawberry smoothies will make me the most radiant monkey, ever, with hair of pure silk.
Oh, and I bought a huge container of nutritional yeast and sprinkled it liberally on the pop corn tonight and told the Phenom it was "cheese sprinkles." This is the problem with vegetarianism . . . it turns me into a lying monkey.