On a plate did lie a huge cap of a portabella mushroom. It was stuffed with a thick layer of spinach topped with devilled egg yolk. Who knows what was done with the whites?! I wasn't there. This delectable yellow dream had minced celery, onions, garlic, red bell pepper, black Kalamata olive, tomatoes, capers, mushroom stems, regular mayonnaise, and just a touch of wasabi mayonnaise that would have sent this Irish lad clinging to the ceiling if that's all that had been used. Five Kalamata whole, pitted, black Kalamata olives were evenly spaced making a pentagram on top of that, and a flower-cut radish half was in the middle of it all. It was so pretty, I almost didn't want to eat it.
With it went still warm garlic bread with not only olive oil, butter, garlic powder, paprika, herbs without papers, but actual minced garlic pieces, a delicious mushroom, garlic, and basmati rice pilaf with Hell knows what else in it, along with garlic mashed potatoes and enough butter on those potatoes to slurp up with the bread.
To drink, it was Martinelli sparkling apple cider.
Dinner for all.
Food hadn't ever been the high point of my life, but I swear stuff like this was almost addictive!
Okaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Who said they weren't going shopping any more???????? And who hates to cook with as much passion as she hates 'crotch droppings'?????????????
So, does someone wanna see me on the ice, on guitar, or get laid; though after that meal that's gonna have to wait until tomorrow, at least!
I ain't doin' no stunt ridin' in this weather!
I raised my glass to gentle persuasion, manipulation, and unrefusable offers!
Hey! It happened all the time. Cats, and horses or ponies are quite good at it, too.
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