Saturday, February 26, 2011

Weekly Photo

I made hot pretzels a few weeks ago, and they were fantastic. (Maybe I will not put Jack in charge of the salt next time.) I used the leftover dough to make bagels another night and those were also amazing. The recipe is from Artisan Bread in (significantly more than) Five Minutes a Day.

From Blog pix

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Ladies Who Lunch

A looong time ago, Dave and I went out to lunch at The Kitchen and it was fantastic. I was observing two old biddies at lunch a few tables away and imagining that it would be me and my friend Laura in five 30 years. Then a light bulb went off. Start going out to lunch now!

Of course at the time, Laura was busy eating a bag of microwaved frozen veggies for lunch every day and she couldn't be persuaded to go out. Not even the frequent and repeated gagging sounds I made every time she described her lunch could change her mind. She says, "Who doesn't like something hot for lunch?" I was almost won over by microwaved frozen veggies, when suddenly, Laura had a change of heart. Cue tears of joy.

I've been trying to think of some regular features to have here at MetaMegan since I haven't been able to write about iworkallthetimepottytrainingistheworstseriouslytheywantmetocancelmyvacationsoIcanwork-moremydogisagrumpygrowlerwahwahwah or "poop" for short.

All I had come up with prior to my restaurant reviews, was a weekly picture from my phone, so WOAH! all of a sudden I have a couple ideas for a few posts per week. YEA!

The best part is that my idea for the lunch reviews is two fold. The first part is where I am ecstatic that I left work, and I had a glass of wine and delightful conversation at lunch. All the praise is glowing, I am full and happy. The second part will be called, In retrospect, and that's when I will eat leftovers and think about what was wrong with my meal.

Nutshell version to get caught up...
Ladies Who Lunch:
The dough/crust at Pizzeria Basta is amazing. The prix fixe lunch ($10.00 for soup or salad, pizza or calzone) was a good amount of food for the price. Half glass of wine for $3.00! I had the soup (roasted red pepper/tomato) and the margarita pizza. I had so much fun, and I forgot all my troubles.
In Retrospect:
I'm on a diet, so I could drink a jar of tomato sauce and think it was delicious. And that is sort of how I felt about the soup. And by jar, I mean can, because it tasted a little metallic. It was really good though. But a little metallic. And I really want to be the type of person who thinks cheese is not that important on a pizza, and for my diet, the small circle of cheese on each slice was probably the best for my calorie count, but I was surprised at how little cheese there was on my pizza. I felt myself looking longingly at Laura's calzone, which looked like it had more to it. Also, the menu used colons in very bizarre ways that made it really hard to read. They need a proofreader for their menu for sure. (The online menu does not seem as confusing.)

Lastly, this is not the fault of Pizzeria Basta, but I was telling Laura about a facebook friend who seems to rarely be at work, and spends all his/her time at the beach or on vacation. I was speculating that he/she made it big in the dot com era or something and she said, maybe he/she is just someone who rarely works. Or someone who has days off, like a waiter. And I said, "Yes! That explains everything! He/She is just a waiter!!!" And of course I said that just as the waiter came to our table, and then I felt like an ass.

In short - I would go back for the wine, and to try a different pizza to see it was cheesier, because it was a nice lunch and 1000 times better than being at work, and I have heard great reviews from other people, but not before I cross a bunch of other places off my list.

Coming soon... Cafe Aion!

P.S. Ladies Who Lunch is a work in progress title. When Dave found out this was going to be a weekly thing he wasn't pleased. And he wanted in on some of the lunch action. So sometimes it might be Ladies Who Lunch + Dave. Or something. I thought he was objecting on grounds that it was too expensive a habit, but then I told him if he comes with us, it's just that much more expensive.

Sunday, February 20, 2011


There is always going to be someone who gets upset at a sleepover, but this was a new one. Jack came upstairs after everyone had been in bed for a while, and he was so sad. He put on his tragic face and said, pitifully, "I want to giggle with Stella, but Stella isn't giggling."

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Dog Interpreter

When I was little, I once told my parents that I knew what my grandparent's dog was thinking. It wasn't earth shattering, I just told them the dog wanted to go out. They asked how I knew that and I said, "He said, ruff ruff, I want to go out."

They laughed and they laughed. And laughed. Still a funny story, 36 years later.

Yesterday I was wondering what I was thinking when I said that. Was I incredibly bored at my grandparents house and looking for something interesting to do? Could I actually read the dog's mind? Was I very precocious and adorable? A big fat liar?

And why was I contemplating this? Oh, just a little something Jack said,

"Mommy. Lucy says she wants to watch the Empire Stripes* Back. Right Lucy? Yeah, she says she does."

* Not a typo.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Ralphie, I Can't Get Up

This is how I have been feeling lately:
From Blog pix

In place of layers and layers of clothes, it's piles and piles of work. Then I was going to turn this debbie downer blog post around and end with a glorious sledding video, but I can't get the size right on the video. Very Frustrating!! Argh!!!

OK - I should at least be able to come up with a funny Jack story. OK, so tonight I was reading to Luke while Dave was sitting in the bathroom for hours and hours with Jack helping him figure out how to use the leap pad while he (he=Jack, hope that's obvious) tried to poop on the potty. Luke and I had finished an entire Magic Treehouse book before they even made it downstairs to brush teeth. Jack was refusing to submit to the toothbrush, and I heard the dreaded Count To Three. At three, Jack lost his bedtime story privileges. Jack's response:

"No stories? Just cuddling?"