Hockey, French Fries and other Family Matters

I remember my Grandpa Herbie once telling me that he could easily eat french fries at every meal. This was funny to me because a) my grandmother was the best cook ever (yes, way better than your grandmother) and b) I was, like, DUDE-GRANDPA, ME TOO!

We had 3 orders of fries this past weekend. One while watching the Whalers’ game in Danbury. The fries were great. I don’t know who won the game.

JustAwesome was (apparently) standing on the ice

during the game. I sat in the bleachers.

So, I decided to go back on my Weight Watchers plan, you know, get strict with it. With few PointsPlus values left for last night’s dinner, I made a roasting tray which JA then slow-cooked with some eggs for a More-Vegetable-Than-Egg-Frittata ala Bittman. Served with a large salad. It was so tasty and warming. Perfect. So perfect I decided to have it again for lunch but I didn’t have the patience to slow-cook the egg so mine was more of a scramble.

And I had enough PPVs left over for 2 gingerbread cookies (Lebovitz) from one of JA’s practice batches for her work Cookie Swap. I love that I live with someone who does practice batches!

Gingerbread cookies. Lebovitz

Midnight Crackles. Greenspan

Incidently, I lost 3 pounds this week. Thank you, Weight Watchers!

Love Spell

On Saturday afternoon we took a trip uptown to Kalustyan’s, a beautiful spice store on Lexington, which incidentally (or, oddly), is where Vice President Chester Arthur was sworn in as President when Garfield died from gunshot wounds.

JustAwesome picked up some star anise, burdock, sarsaparilla, mint and whoknowswhat. In a pot they all went (with the nose hair of a small statured man and the ear wax of a Siamese cat). From the other room I heard a cackle or two. She magically turned our water into seltzer, mixed with the aforementioned concoction, and we had homemade freakin’ root beer. NO WAY!!! JA made root beer! All natural! I am under her spell.

Tonight for dessert? Root beer floats. What else?

Pomegranate Party!

The pomegranates arrived on Wednesday. Almost immediately I started to worry that they’d end up in our new compost bin because I had this idea that they were impossible to deal with—way beyond me and not worth the hassle. What? I did a few quick searches on the interwebs, watched a video, and now I have a lovely bowl of healthy antioxidants. It took a few minutes, and no my hands didn’t get stained.

Pear and pomegranate salad? Or a pomegranate vinaigrette? Pomegranate martinis or a pomegranate granita? I can’t decide. I think I’ll eat this one straight up for dessert tonight. Fresh fruit is FREE on the new Weight Watcher’s Plan, you know.

What should I do with my other one?