I can't wait to get my work done today.
I am going to go to the Fresh Market tonight and pick out the scallops having the worst self-esteem. You know the ones - they lived short clingy lives over-eating. "Give me the fatties".
Then a pound of Monk fish. Nothing finer than a fish that tastes like lobster yet is not a bottom-feeding insect of the sea.
Chives, scallops, cherry tomatoes, garlic, mango and cilantro - yep that will do.
I will swing by the wine and get a subtle bottle of Australian Shiraz. One she's never heard of, let alone tasted. I'll decant it as soon as I get home.
I'll cure the wok and boil some water. While it heats up I will make the mango salsa....
The Monk fish will be seasoned, on wax paper and inside the bamboo steamer by 6:30.
Scallops lightly sauteed surrounding steamed Monk fish on a bed of couscous plated by 7.
She should be here around 7....
I will need to start cooking around 5:30.
I will get some cooking scotch for the chef. Not to cook WITH but cook ON. I'll throw on some Alison Krause, sip scotch and whirl like a dervish. Bluegrass and scotch while I paint on a plate canvas.
Hell, I'm even cleaning up the place and Sister is staying at friend's house. I better email her directions, she's never been here before....
Tonight I get to make Miss L dinner and I cannot friggin wait.
(we now return you to your regularly sceduled reality)
Still not funny, God. Not funny at all.