Lobster Poutine
Friends, I have eaten extraordinarily well these past few days, and in doing so consumed an enormous quantity of fat calories. In keeping with the festive season, my belly is jiggling like a bowl fulla jelly. As I type this the on-board fuel is burning so furiously I’d be shocked if I didn’t have blue flames shooting out of my eyes and ears.
I have Brava Bistro to thank (which is not to say it was a free lunch) for lobster poutine (pomme frites/lobster/shellfish butter sauce/marscapone cheese) two days in a row (Artemis Christmas party last night, mother-in-law’s birthday lunch today), a deliciously festive Pimms and gin, and this afternoon braised short rib sandwiches on focaccia with some sort of cheesy, mayo-y goodness binding it all together. I so wanted to chase it with warm gingerbread cake floating in Famous Grouse butterscotch sauce & vanilla ice cream, but W was going squirrelly and the parking meter was almost out, so instead we walked down the street and picked up some cupcakes. (Sadly both times I went from someplace else, and so was without a camera. Here, have a peek at my Christmas tree instead.)
If I keep on track with this I should have a sufficient layer of blubber to not need a winter coat for the rest of the season.
I’m hoping to burn all this off with painting and moving over the next week as my sister has officially gained possession of the house across the street! When she got her keys I brought a baking sheet full of World Peace Cookies (made with chopped up almond bark instead of chocolate chips) to put into the oven to make it seem more like home. We spent the evening taping and polyfilla-ing, and busting the boys (W and B; 4 and 6) transporting a BOX OF WATER through the house. A big box. Of water. How do you move water? A folded-bottom cardboard box seems reasonable, doesn’t it?
While I have your attention, I can’t help but leak a sneak peek at the Christmas edition of Free Stuff Friday tomorrow – I’ll give you a hint. It’s a pair of tickets. I’ll give you another hint – it’s sold out. OK, one more – the event rhymes with Banthony Shmourdain.
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