A weekend of more face-stuffing
The Gymgirl is remarkably slim – remarkably because she somehow manages to keep up with me eating-wise.
Even my most voraciously hungry friends are surprised at just how much I can put away. This is germane to the below.
After our Boston trip, we decided to be tourists in our own city. So she took me out for oysters the other day while the kid was away.
Bartender: We only serve them by the half-dozen.
Me: OK, can we get four dozen to start?
Him: To start?! (looks at the two of us) Are you expecting anyone else?
Gymgirl: Oh, that’s just for me.
Me: (an hour later) Wanna get a burger?
We got two. Shoulda gotten four.
Me: I’m not full. Do you wanna go get Vietnamese?
Me: (an hour later) Wanna get coffee and some buns?
We finally made it back home and I ended up making some cod with white wine and capers, modeled after Alton Brown’s Pan-Fried Fish.
Me: I was thinking we’d have leftovers.
Her: No way, we’re finishing this. (later, after finishing everything) I want some soup.
Actually ended up making her some miso soup that she killed.
All-in-all, a nice and quiet weekend. Although, it wasn’t perfect.
Her: Thanks for dinner, boo-boo.
Me: Did you just call me, boo-boo?
Me: Stop that.