Believe it or not, the school board -- yes, I am back on the school board -- met this evening despite it being Valantine's day.
When I got home, I wanted two things: a drink and dinner.
A drink was easy. I have always enjoyed Chopin vodka, but I have been on a kick for it for several weeks. No time for shaking today. A chilled glass, a lemon twist, a teaspoon of Vya vermouth from the 'fridge, three ounces of Chopin from the depths of the freezer, a quick stir, and I was drinking my Martini.
But what for dinner? It needs to be quick. The epitome of quick is an omelette. But this is dinner. A quick omelette won't satisfy. So, I sautéed some onions and a bit of bacon to make a filling while enjoying the aforementioned Martini. And as the filling was about done, so was the Martini. So I made another... Martini, that is.
But it was time to make the omelette. Once you start an omelette, the world must collapse into it for you for the next thirty seconds. And that world can not include a Martini.
Thirty seconds later, I emerged with my omelette on a plate and Martini in hand and headed for this dining room thinking how odd this dinner is. Who would pair a Martini with an omelette? Could such an odd thing even work?
A perfect light dinner. A perfect late snack. It works.
Balisongs -- because it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing!
well, dinner's supposed to be light. i remember one of the first james bond books (casino royale.) after the episode with the casino, JB and the girl ordered champagne and scrambled eggs from their hotel room.
not sure if they were having a very early breakfast. probably not with the champagne.
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