You ask--you get!

Reader Jim Smith writes in with this request:

I have noticed that it has been a few posts since you mentioned food. Please do-the diet continues. At least I am dropping some inches.

Happy to oblige...FOOD!

Today's meal was one of those 16-block-long sorts...eight blocks down to meet Reba at the Sabor Latino Mazatlan Tower Cafe Mexican place down on First Avenue, then eight blocks back to work. I figure the 300 or so calories I burnt up on the walk should just about balance out the 5,000 calories in the taco salad I had. But what a salad. Definitely not that crap from Taco Bell, but a nice fluffy shell the size of my head, full of lettuce and meat and tomatoes and cheese (strangely enough, the same contents as my head), all of it cemented to the plate with a dollop of refried beans. Reba got the nachos, which is the same stuff except spread all over the plate.

Of special note is that there is a new chip guy, replacing the long-suffering young hombre who a while ago apparently tried to give his hair those rich, tawny, highlights that Daisy Fuentes has. (Sadly, it just turned bright red.) Anyway, the new chip guy was very nice, although I would appreciate it if he would wear normal pants, or if that's too darned difficult, to keep his big baggy ones pulled his up. Also of note was another hot new waitress, who I think is related to one of the older ladies who works there. You may think it odd of me to say, knowing me as you do, but I think she probably needed to keep her britches up, too. Either that, or wax the small of her back.

Anyway, lunch was very good. Tonight being VBS night again, it's probably going to be just regular ol' slick ham sammiches with yeller cheese on them. We get home and there's only a few minutes before we have to load right back up and leave, so not much time for anything with actual nutritional value.

Unless my mother-in-law drops in.

Like she did yesterday.

Unannounced.

I love her to death as if she were my very own mama, but whenever she comes over it feels like we're having our foot lockers inspected by Gunny Hartman. And trust me, the Casa De Possum could use a general tidying up, so the free food comes at the price of Reba feeling as though she were an inadequate mother/cook/maid. Which really, REALLY makes it hard on ME!

Anyway, Mominlaw was nice enough to bring us some roasted turkey breast, fresh tomatoes, corn bread sticks, cole slaw, fried okra, and fried squash (cut up long ways instead of in circles). "Be sure and give me back my box lid and that margarine bowl!"

Yes, ma'am.

Anywho, there's your food for the day!
posted by Terry at 2:31:00 PM