Remember when I went to that super fancy grocery store in Chicago? Well, I finally made the boxed mix that I bought. My general policy on baking mixes is that I never by a mix for something I can just as easily make from scratch. Coconut macaroons are not one of those things. So I busted out my happy yellow mixing bowl and made me some macaroons.
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To celebrate my last first week of the semester, with the added bonus of my very strict Korean teacher giving me a “good writing!” on the first essay, we decided to go to Red Lobster. Now, I had never been to a Red Lobster before, despite the fact that they are supposed to be some sort of symbol of Americana, but the idea came to me one day, as a commercial for Cheddar Bay Biscuits graced my television set.
I needed those biscuits.
So after my class today, we hopped in the car and headed to Red Lobster.
My nachos were, well, kind of bizarre. I was definitely expecting some cognitive dissonance from the whole experience, but they just weren’t very good. The cheese sauce was very grainy and the chips weren’t well seasoned. So I definitely wouldn’t order them again.
But you should totally go for the biscuits.
Holiday breaks are usually pretty low key in my family. Take today, for example: I got up around 10:30 and padded out to the living room, where I promptly sat around, drinking coffee and wiling away the hours until lunch on the internet. We then headed across the street to PJ Clarke’s for a quick lunch.
The salad is hands down one of the best ever, though. Bibb lettuce, spiced pecans, hearts of palm and blue cheese.
After lunch, we continued on our merry way to Fox and Obel’s, a speciality (re: hoity-toity) grocery store, where Oprah does most of her shopping. Check out all these delicious things one could buy if they were filthy rich and so inclined.
Alas, the only thing I bought was a delightful looking baking mix from Stonewall Kitchen for coconut macaroons. (As a general rule, I never buy mixes for something I can easily/cheaply make for myself, so this is right up my alley.)
After getting back, I hit up the gym for a hot second. Nothing too strenuous, just enough cardio to give me a reason to watch Ghost Whisperer without feeling terribly, terribly ashamed. Then I showered and headed out to do a little economic stimulation. (“Sale at the Gap” are four of my favorite words.)
I tried in vain to find some pants at the Gap. (In particular, I was enamored by the tuxedo pant concept.) It was not going to happen today. I even shied away from picking up a new pair of jeans for a couple of reasons: (1) there’s something about the new 1969 jeans that gives them the tendency to fall apart in less than a year and (2) I should be focusing on finding real-live grown-up clothes anyway. So, I got a festive cardigan (to go with my extensive festive cardigan collection), some tights and this stylized tuxedo jacket thing that is made with some sort of sweatshirt type material.
And that we got down to the business of dinner, which consisted entirely of Farotto’s toasted ravioli. Toasted ravioli is a Saint Louis thing, and Farotto’s is (in my humblest of opinions) the tippity top of the toasted pyramid. Wouldn’t you want to eat that?
It’s basically some sort of meaty crack crammed into a ravioli filling that is fried and baked to a crack-like level of desirability. Served up with marinara sauce, it is the perfect appetizer. At least, it was going to be the perfect appetizer during the four and a half minutes we debated making a pizza as well. We abandoned that idea in favor of having another meal in the freezer and contented ourselves with splitting half a gallon of ravioli between 3 people. (Shut up, okay? I went to the gym today.)
So that’s the perfect holiday day. I will now settle myself in to relax off the ravioli-coma and do some much needed work on my thesis.
It has been a truly productive Saturday. After getting up on the early side for errands, I got down with my cleaning side and then headed out to the gym for a pretty intense bike ride. (With bonus parking ticket!) An hour later, I was back home and contemplating lunch. With lots of things in the pantry and freezer, I attempted to make soup.
Into the pot went a can of whole tomatoes (mash them up), a can full of water, a can of kidney beans, a can full of frozen corn and a generous helping of Essence of Emeril (plus a bay leaf and dried minced onion). After it had been boiling for awhile, I threw in a heaping cup of oats.
Twenty or so minutes later, I had soup! Or really, given its thickness, a stew-thing. Served up with some toast, it was actually pretty damn good. The oats gave it a nice heft and the various and sundry seasonings ensured that it wasn’t too sweet. I’m hoping it freezes well and then there will still be soup left for consumption in the new year.
Meanwhile, winter has hit full force here in Michigan, and with it comes all the dermatological horrors of living in a state-sized dehumidifier. I bust out my winter companion this morning and am going through Lubriderm like I’m a paid sponsor. Beyond staying really well hydrated at all times, I’m at a loss. Any tips?
The rest of the day shall be consumed with finishing up the cleaning and then a holiday celebration with some lovely friend-type people.