I learn these things so you don't have to
Mar. 17th, 2015 08:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIn Mac's eyes, it seems, cuddles are no substitute for porks. No substitute at all.
Who would ever have thought it?
Since you need catching up, I should tell you that yesterday, bearing in mind the new-crowned tooth and all, I skipped lunch altogether and made a supper of things that needed little chewing: a stir-fried dish of chicken and green garlic, with rice-and-mushrooms and long beans in ginger (and even the beans cut short, so as not to call for undesirable biting). And a searing chilli oil that I am really pleased with, fresh ripe red Thai birds-eye chillies sizzled with chunks of garlic and ginger, with a sploosh of soy to finish off. I am unsure that even the copious oil will preserve it long, but I can always drain the oil off and keep that for ever, while I slurrup down the crunchy bits instanter.
But that was yesterday; today I was bolder. Lunch was leftover rice topped off with duck eggs and more of that ecstatic oil, but tonight we had pork tenderloin roasted on a bed of beets glazed with balsamic and honey, with roast cauliflower and brussels sprouts beside. And Mac was very, very interested in that pork, oh yes. And just when he would have been possessing himself thereof, I risked my arms to cuddle him in lieu. Because I'm just that noble and self-sacrificial.
Who would ever have thought it?
Since you need catching up, I should tell you that yesterday, bearing in mind the new-crowned tooth and all, I skipped lunch altogether and made a supper of things that needed little chewing: a stir-fried dish of chicken and green garlic, with rice-and-mushrooms and long beans in ginger (and even the beans cut short, so as not to call for undesirable biting). And a searing chilli oil that I am really pleased with, fresh ripe red Thai birds-eye chillies sizzled with chunks of garlic and ginger, with a sploosh of soy to finish off. I am unsure that even the copious oil will preserve it long, but I can always drain the oil off and keep that for ever, while I slurrup down the crunchy bits instanter.
But that was yesterday; today I was bolder. Lunch was leftover rice topped off with duck eggs and more of that ecstatic oil, but tonight we had pork tenderloin roasted on a bed of beets glazed with balsamic and honey, with roast cauliflower and brussels sprouts beside. And Mac was very, very interested in that pork, oh yes. And just when he would have been possessing himself thereof, I risked my arms to cuddle him in lieu. Because I'm just that noble and self-sacrificial.
I know you mean the food, but there's this thing. . .
Date: 2015-03-19 05:00 pm (UTC)See verb transitive.