Photo food diary Sunday Dec. 7, 2008
At last this exercise comes to an end. And I can’t say I’m not glad. It was fun, but was a pain at times. I’m not used to carrying a camera with me everywhere I go and I don’t have one in my cell phone (which I’ll remedy as soon as my contract with current carrier expires and I get an iPhone). On a couple of occasions I was almost wherever I was going and had to turn around and go back because I had forgotten my camera. MD fixed me a shake this morning (I’m writing this on Monday), and I immediately went for the camera when it dawned on me that I had finished the gig. I intended to post as usual during this week, but had no idea each photo food diary would take so long to do. It took time to upload the photos, select the best ones (I took 2 or 3 of each meal and.or snack), crop them to size, then export them. Uploading them into the blog is also a fairly time-consuming process. Then there was the commentary, which, I suppose, could have been eliminated. But I was trying to show why we ate what we ate. At any rate, it’s over. I hope you enjoyed it or at least got something out of it. As for me, I’ll have a place to send people whenever they ask the question: What do you eat?
MD has her Sunday performance of the Messiah, so we ate early. On Sundays we typically split a bottle of Gazela, a cheap ($6 per bottle) Portuguese lightly sparkling wine that has a low alcohol content (about 30% lower than champagne).
We use it to make Mimosas.
And, when they are ripe, as they are now, we always make our Mimosas with fresh orange juice from oranges picked moments before from the tree in our backyard.
MD fixed me one egg, a bunch of bacon and a couple of slices of low-carb bread. I use a tiny bit of real blackberry preserves on toast when I eat it – I would rather do that than eat large servings of sugar-free blackberry preserves. I got only one egg because when MD went to the fridge there were only two eggs left, and, being the selfish person she is, she insisted upon one for herself.
The bacon is almost as rare as I like it. Our family is divided. MD and the two older sons like their bacon crisp – youngest son Scott and I prefer ours less cooked. When Scott was a little kid, he told MD that he liked his bacon wobbly, so wobbly has become the term in our household for bacon cooked as Scott and I like it. Scott’s test for wobbliness in bacon is the finger test. If the bacon droops over a finger and hangs down on both sides, then it is wobbly. This bacon passes the test, but I (and Scott) would prefer it a little more wobbly.
After breakfast, MD headed off to the Granada to prepare for the final Messiah concert; I got down my football bets ( went 4-2 for the day) and headed for the golf course.
On the course there is a little kiosk at the 10th hole that usually contains finger sandwiches, nuts, etc. Today most of the sandwiches were gone, so I was left with two little chicken salad sandwiches, which I ate just as pictured. I didn’t worry about the tiny bit of bread. I was walking 18, so I figured I was burning it off.
Here is the view up my favorite hole #15. The clubhouse in the distance is where MD and I had lunch on the terrace the day we had bunless burgers and fruit.
Here is a photo of the mountains surrounding Santa Barbara at sunset. This is just about at the time MD would be finishing her performance.
After golf I had to rush to meet up with MD and head to our granddaughter’s first Christmas performance and her school’s Christmas show. Of course food was there to be had. I grabbed a plateful of stuff and went outside to photo it. I had a couple of plate’s full and took off the bread and ate the innards. I don’t have any photos of the remnants, so you’ll just have to believe me.
After the Christmas pageant, MD and I went out to dinner to celebrate her putting the Messiah and the thousands of details she had been stressing over behind her. We started out with drinks at the bar of a little Italian restaurant. I had a glass of Tullamore Dew Irish Whiskey on the rocks, which I found that I don’t like as much as I do Jameson.
MD had a Gimlet, which she loves and which she spilled half of once we got to the table. There were two tables over slightly different heights pushed together with a tablecloth over them. MD sat down and placed her Gimlet on the two edges and it immediately tipped over once she let it go.
We both had Caesar salads with anchovies, but without croutons.
I had a glass of Central Coast (Santa Barbara area) Pinot Noir – MD had a glass of chardonney.
MD had fish. She left the potatoes and ate the asparagus.
I ordered the pork chop, but they were out. So I opted for the Zuppa de Pesce, Italian fish soup.
That is it for our week of dining. It’s pretty typical of how we eat normally. Maybe a little heavy on the booze due to the freely flowing Veuve Clicquot at the Granada, but pretty typical otherwise. Hope you enjoyed the posts.