Sunday, April 12, 2015

Eating around STL

The truth is, we eat out too much.  Apart, together, we just don't cook often.  I think a Shawn ought to write a food blog to document his passion for sandwiches; since he doesn't, I occasionally do.

Up first this weekend was Sugarfire -  I went with a friend on Saturday.  This is an old favorite, and did not disappoint.  I got the turkey plate with the greenbeens & squash, and the roasted cauliflower.  All  were amazing - especially the cheesy roasted cauliflower.  I basically use BBQ as a delivery system for excellent BBQ sauces, and Sugarfire has the best.

Shawn and I later went to San Jose in Webster, which is in the old Two Nice Guys.  I gut the quesadilla al pastor, Shawn got the pollo Guadalajara, and we started off with the guacamole dip.  

The guacamole was disappointing - it was basically mashed up avocados and a little onion.  The avocados were old - they had obviously gone too ripe, with gray and fibrous areas.  I won't do it again.  The salsa was spicy with a hit pepper taste and a smooth, saucey texture that was nice.

The pork al pastor was a highlight, with big chunks of pork and pineapple.  Next time I'll get the tacos - the quesadilla cheese only distracted from the great meat.  Shawn loved his chicken, smothered in chorizo & cheese.  

The accompanying beans and rice were your standard generic fare.  Our service was friendly and fun.  We'll be back for tacos al pastor.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

My cat is a pervert...& other fun stories

I came home yesterday evening to a trail of undergarments winding their way through my hallway, inching their way towards the stairs. Except they weren't a romantic invitation.  They were my panties.  I was just home from work.  My husband was still across town. And  I don't have a secret boyfriend.

I do have a cat, though, and he is a pervert.

We rarely see Turk with his treasures.  He prefers to steal my socks, undies, and tights out of the hamper when no one is looking.  They disappear and reappear suddenly:  one morning, a pair of tights is draped languidly across the living room floor; a dirty sock is placed lovingly on a basement step.  Not that he is ashamed of his actions - the few times we have seen him, he carries his head high and holds his trophy like a flag.  When it's time to nap, we often find him curled up on used towels on the bathroom floor.  He loves dirty laundry.

I just wish he would stop carrying my underwear around.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Merry Christmas, & a Happy New Year!

We rang in the new year with at Sidney Street Cafe, with delicious food and a great time with friends & family.  Today we welcomed the new year with an open house, and I had a chance to dig out my Christmas entertaining pieces and show the house to family. 

 The house is far from complete, but it is "finished" for the first time. The floors were finished this year, the bedrooms sorted out and the guest bedroom finished, and the dining room was completed with the addition of the china cabinet.  

Merry Christmas & happy new year,