Scott, on the other hand, was unencumbered by some inner voice telling him to order wisely, and he selected the Barnyard sandwich - a whopper of a meal between a large roll. The sandwich included eggs, cheese, a breaded pork cutlet, ham, and bacon (I think that's it). It was so repulsive it was almost pretty:
|The side of potatoes (yes, it totally came with a side)|
was also slathered in cheese.
I did take a bite of the sandwich, and while there was waaaaaaaaaaaay too much ham, in my opinion (this coming from a girl who would happily never eat ham again), the cutlet was really quite tasty. At that point we got started on a schnitzel discussion as Scott attempted to work through his mighty meal.
He didn't make it all the way through, a decision, I think, that was well made.
Of course, after that pile o'meat, Scott felt the need for "something light" for dinner.
Thus, I thew together a modification of a pasta dish that I had heard on this weekend's edition of The Splendid Table:
- lemon juice
- green onion, chopped
- garlic, chopped
- tomatoes, chopped roughly
- green olives
- salt and pepper
- olive oil
- parsley, roughly chopped
- pasta, cooked (I used farfalle, which was a hit - HRH even ate some)
- parmesan cheese (optional)
Just before serving, toss in the parsley and sprinkle with the cheese.
This is something I'll have to remember - it's easy, and the ingredients are interchangeable. The room temperature pasta was a nice, refreshing change from warm pastas that we normally have.
Clearly I measured nothing, and there was a bit too much lemon juice in my version, but it was still delicious, and I'm looking forward to having more for lunch tomorrow.
|I would have liked to add kalamatas to this;|
that would have been saltily delicious.
|The green onions and parsley were quite pretty against|
the pinky, purply beets.
That's OK - it was fun to try a recipe for beets that didn't involve parboiling and roasting them, and hopefully Scott is ending the day feeling a little lighter than how he started it.
|This was AFTER washing my hands twice. |
At least I had the foresight to wear an apron over
my favorite white shirt.