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Ok....so sorry.  I know it's been forever since I posted anything.  (Since July, as a fatter of mact, but who's counting?)  I have absolutely no excuse, so I won't even bother.  My dearest friend told me recently that I should get back to it, and she was right.  So.....hi.

I'm still toiling away in a restaurant 5 days a week, cooking at home every night, and as food obsessed as ever.  Good to know some things never change, right?  I am currently sitting with my coat still on after a day at work, wrestling with my two latest culinary dilemmas.  First is dinner tonight.  A simple thing, really, if you're not as anal as I am, but for me, it involves hours of running different scenarios and ingredients through my addled brain.

I took some nice looking steaks out of the freezer this morning, thinking that the weather and temperature would be ideal, finally, for throwing them on the grill.  Alas....the fifty mile an hour winds are making me think again.  Even if I did manage to get the silly thing lit, I'm certain the only thing that would get a nice char on it would be my roof, helped along by the sparks picked up by the breeze.  Okey dokey....plan B.

Except...I have no plan B.  I am a steak snob (no, really?) and I hate to think of broiling them instead of getting that wonderful charcoal flavor.  Sigh.  I also picked up some mushrooms and orzo from the store, but haven't yet figured out how I want to to put them together.  Damn me and my random cravings.  The Man won't be home for a while, so I have a little time, but still.  I hate not having a plan.

The second problem is packing picnic food.  Not a huge problem, but a problem nonetheless.  The Boy, the Grammy, and the Nephew are heading to Florida on Friday.  They're driving straight through, and plan to stop only to refuel the car.  So they need food, and food that will please both the Grammy and a couple of teenage boys with absolutely no nutritional conscience.  I had initially thought of egg salad, but the Grammy said she was making some deviled eggs, and I think the egg intake should be strictly limited for 3 people who will be stuck together for 16 hours in a compact car.  I won't be there to experience the horror, but I can't subject my loved ones to something like that without a twinge of guilt.  So....no egg salad.  What to do?

My plan, for the moment, is to refill my wine glass, sit in the peace and quiet of my momentarily empty home, and devise a plan.  I promise you that, by tomorrow, I will have brilliant ideas in place, along with pictures of my expertly executed results.  Right.  All I can promise is that I'll let you know, good or bad, what happened.  Thanks for tuning in.