Today was dominated by preparation for the Messiah, at least for MD. I helped minimally, mainly by giving her moral support. While she was at the Granada dealing with all the zillion last minute details, I was working hard on my own self-improvement program: I went to the driving range. Above is a photo of the moment the concert began taken from where I was sitting.
MD, for whatever reason, refused to cook today, so we started off with breakfast at a little local eating place. This was the worst breakfast we’ve had since this photo diary started. I would rather have stayed home and had a shake. The eggs were overcooked, the ham was dry, and the fruit was of weenie proportions and wasn’t all that good.
After breakfast MD took off for all her tasks and I took off for mine. When I got back to an empty house hungry, I had to fend for myself. I sliced up a little salami, fished out a pickle from my jar and some peppers, and opened a can of sardines. Made a nice little early afternoon snack. Who says I can’t cook?
For those of you wondering about the crackers, they are Almond Nut Thins. They have about a gram and a half of carb per each. I always get out the 6 I’m going to eat, then put away the box. If the box is within my reach, I’ll eat a lot more than 6. These crackers taste great and are nice for those who are wheat intolerant because they’re made with almonds and rice flour.
MD came home mid afternoon and I listened to her recount all the things that had gone wrong and blown up on her at the Granada. What a wonderfully supportive husband I am. She took a breather for an hour or so, then she got dressed for the gig and headed back, leaving me bereft of a cook. I considered (for about two seconds) preparing something for myself, but abandoned that craziness and headed up to the local deli. The local deli had changed their menu, so the hot pastrami I was lusting for was no longer available. I opted for a corned beef sandwich, so I got one to go and brought it home. Here is how it came.
Here is how I fixed it. I removed half the bread then put the two half sandwiches together, giving me a big, fat sandwich with only half the bread.
But, as usual, I didn’t eat all the bread. I do this all the time. I start out intending to eat the bread on a sandwich or the bun on a burger, eat a couple of bites, then start picking the meat, tomatoes, etc. out of the sandwich and abandoning the bread. Here’s what I left.
I took these bread remnants and threw them away immediately. If I had left them sitting there, I would have picked at them, eating a little pinch here and a little pinch there, until all the bread was consumed. That’s a lesson I learned long, long ago.
My daughter-in-law, my son (not the husband of the DIL, one of the other sons, the son of ER Dad fame) and his girlfriend picked me up, and off we went to the Granada. We got there and proceeded immediately to the Patron’s lounge, where we hit the champagne. And good champagne it was.
I had two glasses before the performance and two glasses at intermission. Here are the four of us drinking up awaiting the performance.
And here is our DIL Katherine, who was one of the underwriters. Since she is a lover of Veuve Clicquot, that’s what she provided as a part of her underwriting.
We got to our box, the lights dimmed, and my lovely wife came out and gave a little opening address to the audience.
After the performance, which was a tour de force, we all retired to the Patron’s lounge to have snacks and more Veuve Clicquot (three more glasses for moi). Here is a photo of my plate of hors d’oeurves.
I had three plates of pretty much this composition – one for each glass of Veuve. My wife couldn’t be involved without making sure that low-carb food could be had. The little meat things are bacon-wrapped veggies and proscuitto bundles – both really tasty. The little crackers were a vehicle to eat the avocado hummus (cutting hummus with avocado is a great way to pimp it lower carb.)
During this photo food diary session I’ve not eaten a few things I would probably have eaten had I not been doing this project. Tonight I made up for it. I ate something I wouldn’t have eaten had I not been keeping this diary. I had a cookie and a half. I didn’t really want them, but I figured no one would believe me if I showed only photos of a pristine low-carb diet. I actually intended to eat two cookies, but I could choke down only one and a half.
Here are the Prez and First Man of the Santa Barbara Choral Society posing in front of the mantel in the Patron’s lounge at the Granada.
And, finally, here is a photo of the whole group in the same setting.
The night was a huge success for MD. We came home and she hit the rack to get some beauty sleep before she has to get up and do it all again. Sans me this time, of course. I’ll be on the golf course.