Saturday---a day wherein I sacrifice my foodie standing
So last week, my Mother suggested we go out to lunch one day this weekend, in lieu of going out to eat on New Year's day, because I had already thawed a duck...
...which was awful, BTW--not the highest quality, very greasy and tough, and not the way I wanted to start the year, but there you have it. Not everything is a success.
Of course, it was still better than when I tried to burn the house down making dessert about an hour later, but we're not going to talk about that.
So last night, Dad called and confirmed that we were going out today, and said for us to think of suggestions as to where we wanted to go.
We came up with two different locations.
Now, as a bit of explanation, I'll tell you that choosing places to eat with my parents is a bit of a logistical nightmare. Not only must we be able to get there and back before dark (in deference to Dad's night blindness), but it also must be easily accessible (in deference to Mother's increasing lack of mobility). In addition to this, we also considered distance and menu--somewhere not too far away, and somewhere where everyone could find something to eat.
And we actually came up with two places that fit this description.
So I called this morning to make my suggestions, and my father hemmed and hawed, and so I asked what he had in mind....
He said, "How about The Trivet?"
My heart sank.
Going to The Trivet means driving an hour, to get food that is...
"Dismal" would be the kind description.
"Nauseating" would be the word that comes immediately to mind.
The menu is replete with all the heavy, carb-laden and fundamentally tasteless Pennsylvania Dutch fare that I have come to avoid with everything in my being. I mean, I have nothing against carbs and calories, as you all well know, but if I'm going to consume them, I'd like them to taste like something, so that I don't feel like I've wasted them, yanno?
One of the "specials" is hot dogs and sauerkraut--which I have nothing against, actually, but hardly consider it a "special": it's what you have standing over the sink when you're in the middle of being busy and need to have something to eat that doesn't slow you down too much.
They go there at least once a week, and to be honest, the place is probably one of the top ten places I'm trying to get them away from, because the food isn't good for either one of them...The Trivet is one of the reasons why I feel panicky when I realize that I can't maintain my work schedule and cook for them a couple of times a week, because they are consuming food that is not only not good for them, but a not unreasonable ptomaine risk....
I'm going to have to make something really, really good tomorrow, because if I have to go back to work with nothing more substantially joyful in my mind than the memory of a bad duck dinner followed closely by The Trivet, I'll want to open a vein.
...which was awful, BTW--not the highest quality, very greasy and tough, and not the way I wanted to start the year, but there you have it. Not everything is a success.
Of course, it was still better than when I tried to burn the house down making dessert about an hour later, but we're not going to talk about that.
So last night, Dad called and confirmed that we were going out today, and said for us to think of suggestions as to where we wanted to go.
We came up with two different locations.
Now, as a bit of explanation, I'll tell you that choosing places to eat with my parents is a bit of a logistical nightmare. Not only must we be able to get there and back before dark (in deference to Dad's night blindness), but it also must be easily accessible (in deference to Mother's increasing lack of mobility). In addition to this, we also considered distance and menu--somewhere not too far away, and somewhere where everyone could find something to eat.
And we actually came up with two places that fit this description.
So I called this morning to make my suggestions, and my father hemmed and hawed, and so I asked what he had in mind....
He said, "How about The Trivet?"
My heart sank.
Going to The Trivet means driving an hour, to get food that is...
"Dismal" would be the kind description.
"Nauseating" would be the word that comes immediately to mind.
The menu is replete with all the heavy, carb-laden and fundamentally tasteless Pennsylvania Dutch fare that I have come to avoid with everything in my being. I mean, I have nothing against carbs and calories, as you all well know, but if I'm going to consume them, I'd like them to taste like something, so that I don't feel like I've wasted them, yanno?
One of the "specials" is hot dogs and sauerkraut--which I have nothing against, actually, but hardly consider it a "special": it's what you have standing over the sink when you're in the middle of being busy and need to have something to eat that doesn't slow you down too much.
They go there at least once a week, and to be honest, the place is probably one of the top ten places I'm trying to get them away from, because the food isn't good for either one of them...The Trivet is one of the reasons why I feel panicky when I realize that I can't maintain my work schedule and cook for them a couple of times a week, because they are consuming food that is not only not good for them, but a not unreasonable ptomaine risk....
I'm going to have to make something really, really good tomorrow, because if I have to go back to work with nothing more substantially joyful in my mind than the memory of a bad duck dinner followed closely by The Trivet, I'll want to open a vein.