pastitsio
Today was another great day but exhausting. Of course, I did not get enough sleep, but I was anxious to go out. The plan was to go to the Greek Festival, the 51st year.
We asked for a chicken breast in my meal or just cancel the whole order. The young woman came back and joyfully told us all the pieces were chicken breasts. We left and parked to eat. Well, I had a leg and thigh quarter. We decided to go back and get what we ordered and paid for at the beginning when we ate. The guy was very nice when he heard our story which we told without rancor. He said he would bring more food, winked at me often, and said he would bring things for Tommy, too. For $60, we should get what we want.
Even at 1 pm, the whole area was festive. One guy was spoiling the atmosphere with fast driving, whipping around a corner, almost hitting our car. I hope someone stopped him before he hurts someone.
This area was near UAB where I graduated. There were so many folks on scooters, even one woman who looked to old and too well-dressed to be on a scooter. But, I wish her the best. I think when I went in my forties, I would have tried a scooter once, at least until I broke a bone.
We went to Publix and returned the wrong tumblers I bought and got the bogo ones, saving $3.60. Then, I bought things I have put on a list for four or five trips. I forgot them and just put them on the next day's list.
When we got home, I was so tired I could not eat, so tried to sleep, and could not sleep. So, I tried eating chicken and rice. Since I have low motility in my esophagus, I got 'choked' and spent a few hours trying to get food unstuck and into my stomach. At the end, I had thrown up a quart. It was not all food, some water. I still don't dare lie down, eat, or drink. I know, TMI.
I still have not used my inflatable legs yet. I won't be in bed, attached to something like that and need to throw up. I also have 20 bananas and the dock strike is over. Oh well.
This morning before we left, I stood leaning on the rail for the ramp and cut my hair. It feels much better but have not looked at it yet. Tomorrow, I will go out and finish cutting it.
While we were in line at the Greek Festival, Tommy said, "Frozen Pistachio $60! What's with that?
Well, it was 'pastitsio.' It is Greek lasagna and delicious! We both had a good laugh!
There is enough for a third meal tomorrow. Yummy!
I love Greek food except for lamb. Do you like Greek food?
Anyone have low motility and problems swallowing?
We have gone to the Greek festival every year, but we are missing it this year due to several conflicts. However if they open before we leave for Nashville I will stop and get a frozen pan to take to son 3. He has loved it since he was just a lump.
ReplyDeleteAnne,
DeleteI do hope you are able to get some to take with you. It certainly delicious, much better than Frozen Pistachio. Have a nice trip.
So did the folks at the Greek Festival give you your chicken breast to make up for the leg/thigh quarter? You never finished the story...
ReplyDeleteMmm, pastitsio. I LOVE that stuff! I used to make it years ago when I was first married. I also like moussaka. Nothing like roasted eggplant. But it's gotta be peeled. Chewing on eggplant peel is like eating a bicycle inner tube.
I will not eat lamb. Can't do it. They are too sweet and fluffy. Goat just plain tastes rancid and gamey to me, as does mutton. I also won't try veal. Rabbit does taste like chicken, but I haven't eaten it since I was 6 and my Mom tried to trick me.
I have eaten an alligator burger, and enjoyed it. I would have liked a purse made from its hide, too. Too bad that a handbag did not come as a side. LOL!!
The worst thing I've ever eaten was rare goose liver, at a restaurant in Monaco. I asked two waiters for their recommendation, and they immediately replied, "Le pate!!" Pate? I've had that. But....that's not what I got.
The texture of the rare reddish-beige slices was so absolutely hideous I can't even recall the flavor. But I ate it, because all through the meal the waiters were super solicitous and kept asking, "The pate? You are enjoying?"
Oh, i KNEW they were gleefully taunting me over that nasty dish. But I soldiered on and ate the whole damn thing. No way was I going to let on that those French F***wads had tricked me. This gal ain't takin' your shit, boys. Cuz 'MURRICA, bitches!
DH laughs about it still and says it's a testament to my stubborness. I won't tell him so, but he's probably right.
Yes, chicken breast and wing, salad, dressing, other foods, and lots of baklava. It was a full meal.
DeleteHate eggplant, hate squirrel.
Sue,
DeleteI didn't realize. Yes, we had another salad, and several other tidbits, really a full meal.
No, I won't eat anything raw. I don't need people coddling me to get me to eat something. I am stubborn, too, but that is too far. Daddy made me go to bed without dinner because I would not eat squirrel. Of course, Mama slipped me milk and bread, enough to get me through to breakfast. I never said no to any other food where he could hear and never ate anything nasty, either. It turned out my refusal to eat any meat was because I was allergic to mammal meat.
this looks scrumptious
ReplyDeleteyes, give me a bottle of wine, some olives, bread and cheese and I am set.
Urspo,
DeleteIt was scrumptious!