The sun is sleeping in today
Have you ever had one of those days where things just don't work out the way you want it to go? I went for a car ride last evening and we went by my favorite Italian restaurant place at the beach where they were closed. I saw it had been replaced by DJ's Burrito Bar. Why a Burrito Bar? I thought there was enough bars on that street. Do they serve dollar Margarita's to wash it down? I was thinking if I had limitless amount of money(which I don't), I would open up an Italian restaurant called "I'm not Italian" with real good Italian dishes at a reasonable price. I would hand the operation of the place over to top notch professional people who make a successful goal of running the restaurant. This is what you call a lottery dream.
Right now my lunches are at home, at what I would call the establishment "The leftover lunchbox." The refrigerator has a crushed ice feature on the outside of the door. It is great for keeping my drinks cold. Plus, I like chewing on the broken ice. Mom has bought some deli turkey which is real tasty. The turkey makes nice sandwiches. I can also sack out on the couch after lunch. I catch a little nap and awake with a small burst of energy.
It is a stormy Saturday morning. There is a break in the rain at the moment, but I think we will be getting some more rain. Mom is going to the farmer's market and a flower show. I think I will stay home and maybe catch up on more sleep.
posted by seaside @ 3:19 AM
1 Comments:
At 6:56 AM,
Lew said…
This posting is by the unofficial president of the Turkey Talk fan club. I rarely see Italian restaurants anymore except for the Olive Garden. But the last time that I went to the Olive Garden it seemed as if their portions had been cut way back. The best that I have ever had is called the Spaghetti Company in Hollywood, California. It is fancy and it is good. I always got the noodles alfredo. But that is a long ways off and so like you said it would take a winning lottery ticket. When I was young I had real Italian food cooked by an Italian woman who couldn't speak English, only Italian. She was the housekeeper of the rectory of the Catholic church in my hometown where I was an altar boy. The old Italian woman had a sister who spoke english. The priest would occassionally invite me to supper at the two sisters house. The meal was served in many courses (about 6 or 8). The dishes were cleared from the table after each course. For example, first there would be a salad. After that was finished, then the salad plates would be cleared and soup would be served. After the soup was consumed the soup bowls would be cleared. Then would come the meat (usually chicken). Then the dishes cleared and then the spaghetti served. This just seemed to go on and on much like my description. The spaghetti sauce was really good. My mom use to use a packet of dry spices from French's to make her spaghetti sauce. It was usually a bit acidic and tart. I never did really care for it. But the spaghetti sauce of the Italian woman was great. The years went by and I got married. And one day my late wife served spaghetti with Ragu spaghetti sauce. I took a forkful and excitedly told her that the Ragu sauce was exactly like the sauce the Italian woman use to make. Ragu wasn't in existence when I would eat at the Italian womans house and so her sauce was from scratch and not from a jar. So if you want authentic Italian cuisine, try using Ragu spaghetti sauce. Mary tries a twist on it by cooking the noodles in the sauce. She uses Ragu and adds an equal volume of water. The noodle just soak up the flavor of the sauce as they absorb the liquid. How about quickie pizza? When I worked at St. Joseph's hospital they would have these small pizzas in the employee cafeteria. They were made from one side of an english muffin that had been toasted. Spaghetti sauce was placed on top of the muffin and then a slice of cheese. It was really pretty good and easy to make for a TV snack. Stay dry. Lew, El Presidente
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