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Sep. 14th, 2013 10:00 pm
Leading with my stomach
This is shaping up to be a gluttonous weekend. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu brought me along on his weekend errands, which is a hazard, since I'm much more susceptible to impulse purchases in food stores. We stopped first at Pars Grocery where I nearly succumbed to the urge to buy some qottâb. But I stuck to what I had come for: more tea and a khamsah. I confessed to the genial white-bearded proprietor that I'd accidentally smashed the one I'd given to an employee and he told me, "That's good luck. It means all the bad energy has gone into it and broken it." He also admired my left thumbnail, which is back up to epic length again.
The price of my restraint was excess at the next three stops. First Urban Orchard, where the Old Man asked me to select a loaf of bread and I grabbed not only that but two frozen pasties, a package of bacon sausage, and an enormous donut. Glazed and Infused was there touting their wares, allowing me to satisfy my curiosity about the latest trend in sweet things. As I suspected, it's much like the previous trend: a lot of attention paid to piling on the toppings and rather less to what they're atop of. There was probably the equivalent of four Skor bars crumbled onto my one toffee donut; I had three goes at eating it (on the bus, at the counter, and then at the table) and still had to pass on a chunk of it to the GWO to finish.
From there, he headed off to Andersonville Liquors and I went to Middle East for nuts and cookies. They had a variety I'd not seen there before labeled "sunflower seed butter cookies". More than that, what I tasted were the oats and the brown sugar. (I may have a new favourite among their wares, judging from the half container I gobbled after dinner.) I met up with him at the liquor store where he was scanning the shelves for something from Bergerac on account of the detective series he's reading. Nothing from there, but I did get into a chat with a clerk about the liquors and she sold me on something in the mistelle family by telling me it was the last bottle.
When we got home, the Old Man popped it open to sip while the pasties baked. Not a bad apéritif by any means, but more vermouthy than I may have been hoping. The pies themselves were tasty (steak and stilton) but almost coma-inducing rich.monshu napped and I found my get-up-and-go sapped despite the flawless weather and the sure knowledge of showers and misery the next day. Still, we've already committed to dim sum in South Chinatown so that we can pick up mooncakes for the Moon Festival in five days time. Will Nuphy be there with us? Who knows--he's got a heavy meal that evening with his son's family and may not want to overdo it.
monshu brought me along on his weekend errands, which is a hazard, since I'm much more susceptible to impulse purchases in food stores. We stopped first at Pars Grocery where I nearly succumbed to the urge to buy some qottâb. But I stuck to what I had come for: more tea and a khamsah. I confessed to the genial white-bearded proprietor that I'd accidentally smashed the one I'd given to an employee and he told me, "That's good luck. It means all the bad energy has gone into it and broken it." He also admired my left thumbnail, which is back up to epic length again.The price of my restraint was excess at the next three stops. First Urban Orchard, where the Old Man asked me to select a loaf of bread and I grabbed not only that but two frozen pasties, a package of bacon sausage, and an enormous donut. Glazed and Infused was there touting their wares, allowing me to satisfy my curiosity about the latest trend in sweet things. As I suspected, it's much like the previous trend: a lot of attention paid to piling on the toppings and rather less to what they're atop of. There was probably the equivalent of four Skor bars crumbled onto my one toffee donut; I had three goes at eating it (on the bus, at the counter, and then at the table) and still had to pass on a chunk of it to the GWO to finish.
From there, he headed off to Andersonville Liquors and I went to Middle East for nuts and cookies. They had a variety I'd not seen there before labeled "sunflower seed butter cookies". More than that, what I tasted were the oats and the brown sugar. (I may have a new favourite among their wares, judging from the half container I gobbled after dinner.) I met up with him at the liquor store where he was scanning the shelves for something from Bergerac on account of the detective series he's reading. Nothing from there, but I did get into a chat with a clerk about the liquors and she sold me on something in the mistelle family by telling me it was the last bottle.
When we got home, the Old Man popped it open to sip while the pasties baked. Not a bad apéritif by any means, but more vermouthy than I may have been hoping. The pies themselves were tasty (steak and stilton) but almost coma-inducing rich.
monshu napped and I found my get-up-and-go sapped despite the flawless weather and the sure knowledge of showers and misery the next day. Still, we've already committed to dim sum in South Chinatown so that we can pick up mooncakes for the Moon Festival in five days time. Will Nuphy be there with us? Who knows--he's got a heavy meal that evening with his son's family and may not want to overdo it.