Wednesday, 11 February 2004
Yum
So I just got done with dinner (yes, at 11:30 PM; I'm that kind of guy). It was really good. "Yummy," if you will.
There, now I've done it: descended into the trite, self-involved depths of Hell that I decried at the very beginning of this very blog. Did it in one, two... four entries. That's got to be some kind of record. (Don't say it, I know what you're thinking.)
But it was a really good dinner: colin d'Alaska à la Bordelaise. Which pretty much translates to "baked Alaskan hake with shallots in butter sauce." Also known as "you risk a coronary just looking at that butter sauce." But I love it for the taste, and I get to claim one more whitefish dish in my regular meal selection (take that, Atkins followers).
Also, "bordel" is a less-than-polite way of saying "brothel" in French, which I find pretty funny. But that's beside the point. ("If I ever had one?" O ye of little faith.)
Admittedly, it would've been better had I been sharing a witty conversation with some beautiful woman across from my private candlelight table, sharing the classy vintage wine that I'd selected (impressing the sommelier with my good taste and devil-may-care spending). That, and also if I hadn't instead been eating a frozen meal at home. In my pajamas. In front of my computer. Drinking Sunny Delight.
But besides that, it was a really good fish dinner.
So, that was my evening. How have you been?
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Oh, by the way: "à la Bordelaise" is not a reference to some sort of a cathouse specialty. I hope you didn't have to read this far to find out that I had just been kidding.
And yes, you can buy Sunny Delight in France. It tastes just as artificial as it does in the US, but at a higher price (still, it's cheaper than drinking real orange juice by the litre and a nice alternative to water).