… or a kind of compulsory tailgating.
I’m gonna steal this term from my friend Tyler Madison. He used to live quite near to Commonwealth Stadium (as do Janie and I). During home football games, we get barricaded by game traffic and can’t easily leave the house. This mostly pleasant imprisonment initiates a scouring of the pantry for sustenance. Sometimes the results are, shall we say…creative?
These internal foraging skills have served us in good stead during this year of “sheltering at home” (euphemism for “occasionally being too lazy to go out”).
Hunting and gathering in the wilds of the kitchen cabinets…
Tonight we were, shall we say…fortunate?
Janie had recently made a Trader Joe’s run. With demonic glee, she announced the night’s menu;
- Asparagus Risotto.
- Misto alla Griglia (Marinated Grilled Eggplant & Zucchini)
- Garlic Naan (Indian Bread)
Be still my bleating tummy.
I have a couple of thoughts about this roster of edibles.
- Tonight’s meal is comprised 100% of delicacies I had never heard of much less eaten until
- I was deep into my twenties. Growing up, my dad considered a meal pretty much complete as long as it contained pork chops, brown beans, and fried potatoes. You could add more if you wished, but those dishes were basic sustenance.
- It would not have surprised me to find that this meal was accompanied by a disclaimer; “No animals were hurt or destroyed by this meal”.
Now, all that being said, I thoroughly enjoyed the feast.
I am a lucky guy.