Dinner tonight - or last night.

Eight degrees fahrenheit today.
Bones and beets.
Pork neck bones, sour cream.
My borscht.

The Puerto Rican cooked tonight. He made a beef stir fry from scratch. It was quite tasty! Had it with rice and apple pie for dessert.

Looking good and healthy to boot.
(I'm so mad at myself for leaving my wok(s) behind.)
I once had a friend who had a kitchen with built in scaryshit woks, yowsa. Majorly opinionated talker from, I think originally, Hong Kong. Great cook. (You can tell I liked her).

I'm not expecting to be very hungry after a good lunch, and I'm working on making some semolina pancakes, to try them out as flatbreads, my newest enthusiasm.

Here's the link I'm semi following - I had only one cup left of durum semolina, so my pancakes are not all semolina. On top of that, the dough rising times seem very long to me, so for convenience reasons I'm cutting the rise off at two hours. We shall see, assuming I'm still awake and not engaged in a book, in which case I'd refrigerate the dough.

This recipe reminds me of dosas (which I need to look up again) and my own (and the people at whatsfordinner.com) use of no knead dough variants for easy flatbreads.

http://outoftheordinaryfood.com/2012/01/05/introducing-the-ooto/

Set sort of accidentally locked me out of the house tonight. He locked the outside screen door and went for a nap.

I got home - couldn't get in. The neighbours eventually took me in. Cindy and her husband took good care of me. Lots of jasmine tea and durian biscuits (interesting in a sort of odd and good way). Then it was time for dinner. Black chicken with veggies in a wonderful broth, steamed nettles with garlic, homemade soup-filled dumplings, salmon, interesting sauces. Tasty meal. They were a bit surprised when I put aside the fork and used chopsticks. I guess they don't expect blondes to use chopsticks.

I have bragging rights tonight, because we had dinner at Morimoto's in Honolulu. I was trying to decide between the "crazy chicken" and "duck duck duck.". My nephew recommended the duck, and it was the best duck I have ever tasted - food to die for. The combination of duck soup with duck meatball, and vegetable egg roll was a combination that enthralls the taste buds. We had six different chef's choice ice cream, tofu cheesecake, and helpia; all excellent choices for dessert.
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I already told my nephew I want to return, so he told me I can come back any time.

The Puerto Rican made a corned beef brisket with cabbage, potatoes and carrots.

He’s an Irish Puerto Rican tonight.

The Puerto Rican’s Irish din din was a success tonight.

Is it St. Patty's day already?

In Boston we called that a 'New England Boiled dinner'

"When made with corned beef, it’s an Irish-American corned beef and cabbage dish, traditionally made around St. Patrick’s Day. My parents like to make it with plain, uncured brisket. Others make it with smoked ham shoulder."

My father in law made it in a pot.. very juicy, the potatoes and cabbage and corned beef and whatever carrots all in the same bowl, though not completely flooded.
My favorite was always corned beef sandwiches.

Some of these Islander immigrants don’t know a thing about our American traditions.

Jeez...that Puerto Rican doesn't look Irish!

hehe, Hi Margo

it's left-overs tonight, no cooking tonight. Besides the Puerto Rican worked late and I still have this damn flu.

I carry my own chopsticks everywhere I go. Seriously - found these beautiful colored ones at World Market and have enjoyed them ever since.

Ground venison stew - I had a little ground sausage with sage that I put in with potatoes, carrots, peas, wonderful thick broth with crusty bread and sweet ice tea. My tummy's growling. I cannot wait to eat it.

We’re having dinner out tonight, going to meet a couple of friends downtown, nothing fancy tonight, these two friends are El Cheapo’s

I'm cheap now to get along in life, but I've a wide range of food interests.

Are they unadventurous re food?
Are you a sucker for fancy?
I don't mean to be insulting - just that some of the greatest food comes from small non fancy places.
My present sort of but not entirely god is Jonathan Gold.

I’m a sucker for nice restaurants with good service; these two friends are just cheap bitches. They both make good money, no mortgage, and no real bills to pay, they will probably order one entrée and split it! In fact I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t sneak a bottle of wine in the place.

All right, I'm not really used to that - more that people are not experienced re food and like saltandgreaseandsugar in repetition, or are avoidant, not wanting eating to be a challenge. Or are watching dollars and pennies, or a mix of all of those.

Jonathan Gold is a guy who scoured the LA metropolitan area for holes in the wall, for LA Weekly... which fits with my and friends interests - but there were people doing that before him, so I'll mention Kit Snedaker of the Herald Examiner, a long defunct newspaper.

I gather that before that he wrote for Village Voice. Now for LAT.
Too bad, I cannot read him now because of the LATimes pay mishugas. Oh, he won a pulitzer at some point. Well, I could, but I've only fifteen views a month for an area I lived most my life, so I could read him but not read much or I'd miss other stuff.

Snort - the Times Standard up in the Eureka Arcata area gives me only 5 views a month. **** them, it's their loss.

You know one time we took them out to dinner, a treat on us, another time they wanted to pay us back and take us out, well they did, they ordered three appetizers to split between the five of us, Antonio was with us.

When we left Antonio asked if we could stop by McDonalds for a burger because he was still hungry.

That's nothing. I recently took osso out to dinner. I ate my entire pizza while she slowly drank her glass of water and watched.

It's ok, though. I let her have the lemon from my iced tea.

But - maybe they are watching dollars and not just being cheap. Do you know their circumstances? I don't mean to be the one to announce it to you but you are relatively well off in a time when a lot of people are in big **** and probably trying to act not. They might even be brave to take you to a meal.