So while at work, I suggest to my father that perennial, bone-warming, hearty recipe of oyster stew that we love so very much. One of my five Youtube videos actually covers the oyster stew, and in the end, I had to edit the recipe even more because I messed it up in the video. Or maybe that was the vegetarian chili. Anyway, my cooking skills remind me of what Gigi taught us so well in the 90s: if you can open a can and dump it in a pot and cook it on high, then do so. Of course, she was also raising two children at home while raising children of sorry parents while simultaneously trying to educate those who had legitimate learning disabilities and battling the fearsome bureaucracy of Geneva County whose sole and prime goal was to avoid lawsuits from any angle possible.
In other words, open, dump, and heat was about the only thing she could muster at the end of the daily battle.
Anyway, so I came home today after visiting the grocery store and enjoy the chilly weather and clear sky (I could even see the front moving in at a distance!), and lo and behold, Gigi has already cooked: dressing! Biscuits! A ham (I think!)
Her dressing turned out absolutely perfect! Except for the putting of eggs in the dressing, which I don’t personally like, but I’m not complaining so much because the rest of the dressing turned out very moist and absolutely perfect. I walked in Bapaw’s bedroom and told him to get the dressing ASAP because it was perfect and wouldn’t be around long.
So perfect did Gigi prepare her dressing that, in fact, I didn’t have to add anything to it. Typically, I fiend for salt and add salt to almost anything I eat. But tonight, oh, man, none of that was necessary! Imagine my surprise.
Tomorrow night’s supposed to hit 30º around here, so I’ll be more than happy to go ahead with the oyster stew then. I also bought more pierogies…it was a great debate between a box of pierogies and a Totino’s pizza, and I do recall the past few times I’ve had Totino’s, they haven’t tasted very good- shock, shock, for me to say that a pizza doesn’t taste good!
That’s what happens when you start eating things like bread, olives, and cheese on a habitual basis.
Also, Veggie Table has informed us (and by us, I mean me and all my personalities…just kidding, I really mean me and her ever-growing fandom) of a BRAND NEW Mediterranean restaurant. We’ve been out of a good Mediterranean restaurant since LaLe shut down a few years ago. Lily, the owner of LaLe, is long gone to Texas, as you may have read in my former posts about the predecessor to LaLe, ReWired, and the predecessor to ReWired, Wired. Her leaving has left my Turkish rusty, le sigh.
Perhaps, then, attending the NEW Mediterranean restaurant one night would be to my benefit, as I can write a review of it.
We’ll see what happens.
Stay tuned for the next great adventure in eating, along with news about local restaurants, new recipes, and whatever hilarity is sandwiched in between! And I’m so glad I’m talking about food, because had that been any other scenario, the pun would’ve gone right down into the gutter.
Have an egg-cellent day!
Beaux
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