Tuesday, February 06, 2018

From haute cuisine, sort of, to tuna casserole




Last night I wrote a middling long blog post, went to save it, hit the wrong button, and the whole thing vanished into thin air. I had to reconstruct it, and I can only hope it was better the second time around. Right after that, I rolled my walker into Sophie’s dish of kibble and sent bits of dog food flying everywhere. She declined to eat it piece by piece, but June Bug, one of the Cavaliers, came visiting and vacuumed it all up for me. Let me assure you a walker, a broom, and a dustpan is not an easy combination, so I was grateful to the visiting dog.

A banner day—I wrote 1800 words this morning, most of them words I felt good about, and was still ready when friend Subie came to get me for lunch at 11:30. We explored yet another new restaurant in the Shops at Clearfork—Twigs Bistro and Martini Bar. Needless to say, we passed on the martinis at lunch (I think they taste like drinking perfume would), but we did each have a nice glass of white wine. I had a wonderful pear and beet salad with gorgonzola, and Subie had the orange chicken, an Oriental version of grilled chicken salad. We were each delighted with our choices.

The restaurant is ultra-modern—lots and lots of glass so that for a moment you have a time differentiating windows and doors. I kind of got turned around inside but was pleased to see a sheet of flames—like a long gas-burning fireplace—at what I thought was the back of the restaurant. When we were seated, it turned out to be on one side. Anyway, it was a lovely touch on a chilly and wet day.

Subie remarked that it’s beginning to seem less awe-inspiring to go to Clearfork, as we all learn our way around and feel more comfortable going back there. I have now eaten at three restaurants—Twigs, Fixe, and Rise (what odd names when you put them all together)—and have my sights on the wine bar, Cru. I have not eaten in the Neiman’s restaurant because I hear it’s expensive and noisy, but those popovers and the demitasse of bouillon are like a siren’s call to me.

From the sophisticated to the mundane: my neighbor, Margaret, brought me a tuna casserole tonight. She does this annually, I thought for Lent though she’s a little early this year. Talk about comfort food. I am so looking forward to it and can smell it now as it heats in the toaster oven.

Life is good, even out of one eye.

4 comments:

Cinder Blog said...

I still really like tuna casserole and sometimes actually crave it. But it's something I have to fix when I'm home alone, nobody else seems to have my same cravings. I loved the comparison of a martini to drinking perfume. Perfect description. I agree, have never been able to develop a taste for hard liquor, but wine is a different story. Good blog post!

judyalter said...

Thanks, Cindy. Tuna was delish, but I'm like you--no one else will eat it. I also like creamed tuna or ham on toast, but that sends people running for the hills.

Mama Hen said...

I'd much rather have tuna casserole than "fancy" food. I like *good* creamed chipped beef on toast, too - never tried tuna, not crazy about ham - but I can't make it "good" and it's hard to find.

judyalter said...

Ha! I love creamed chipped beef on toast, but it's another of those things no one else will eat. I also have a recipe someplace for a cream cheese dip with chipped beef. As for ham, I like a French brand called Three Little Pigs. Love homemade ham salad. But then, both my sons-in-law say I eat weird things.