cheesesteak, fry

steak fries, seasoned, baked, broiled
philly cheesesteak on white rolls
red bell pepper
onion, shriveled, browned
green olives (me)
cheese
popsicles

ham, potato mountain

dinner at my mom's house:

some kind of ham delicious. sweet? sugary? strangely un-pig-like
piles of smashed potatoes
peas
salad
cheesecake wonder with berries

later, come evening, we weren't hungry. ernie got a haircut and, late at night we ate popcorn and cheese, pistachios.

dreams

having eaten a late lunch of chicken and chips (?) we were only hungry for something sweet come suppertime.



the dream is open!

fiesta ranchero

the place is always crowded and smoky, one giant room for the smokers and non-smokers alike, a giant ashtray, smoky, loud. the food is worth it, though.

texas fajitas
chicken and white american quesedilla
cherry pepsi (disappointing after our rounds of grenadine)
chips, salsa

the waiter, we've had before. he doesn't speak much english but that doesn't slow him down. he works out with weights and uses something shiny in his hair.

sad to be all alone in the world

chinese: cashew chicken, rice, egg roll, hot tofu soup with crunchy noodles.

grenadined coke. i'm trying to quit but i can't.

bread, no grease

a week of nothing noteworthy and we're almost through with this wretched month of february.

some sort of beef sauteed with red bell pepper, mushroomy deliciousness, salt, pepper, garlic salt, cheddar cheese. served on a roll. sort of philly cheeseteak-ish. ernie says it needed fewer veggies, much to my sadness.

i was remembering the terrific veggie melt sold with much grease at the bju snack shop (terrible name -- we called it "the lightening bolt" for awhile . . .). too many vegetables would mean greasy bread for supper so . . .

mange le vomir

henry puked his quesedilla. thankfully he refused to eat the beans and rice, i don't know that i could have cleaned that up. horrible enough, the cheese chunkage.

ice cream would have been a good dinner instead.