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Monday, December 06, 2004

it's what's for dinner

the nice guys are unabashed foodies. love the food. love the cooking of the food as much as the eating of the food. mr nice guy will admit, with all the requisite humility, that he is the GREATEST CHEF EVER. if you don't want to grant him that, fine, he will accept the mantle of GREATEST FOLLOWER OF RECIPES EVER. whatever. to make a long lede short ... i can whup up a good meal. try me.

so, i did my work shift at the
food co-op this morning (at SIX this morning, the morning of my day off) (more on the co-op when i muster the strength -- the co-op is, in itself, worthy of its own entire blog (mrs nice guy just shouted from the couch "don't do that!")). i came home at 8:30, mrs nice guy was just getting out of the shower--having already barfed, broken the fast and gagged again for the morning--and she said "you didn't shop for food? you only did your shift?? i'm huuungry." so. clearly, mr nice guy had to go back and buy food. (mr nice guy, it should be here noted, was at a business conference over the weekend, logging an average of 4.5 hours of sleep per night. mmm, hotel porn.)

so before returning to the co-op to do the marketing, he made sure to create a menu for the week. and oh, did he ever create a menu: italian delicacies, squash casseroles, crisp salads, apple-and-cranberry cobblers. mrs nice guy, when she got home was going to be wowed. clearly.


or not. when the missus called to say she was on her way home, mr nice guy flew into a tizzy of chopping, dicing, measuring, boiling, salting, sauteing, etc. the timing was perfect: when mrs nice guy walked in the door at 8:10 pm, there was a heaping bowl of whole wheat penne with sausage, leeks and fontina (and a side of sweet-vinegar cucumber salad) awaiting her attention. she sat at the table, adjusted her chair and dug in to the scrumptious pile of heartiness before her. as suddenly she slowed down--her gaze drifting from the deliciousness on the table, her attention sadly beginning to shift again to her work--i said to her, ever so lovingly, "is everything ok? does your tummy hurt?"

she replied, with an enviable succinctness, "this tastes like fart."

and so now mr nice guy is a man left alone with leftovers--a gigantic bowl of fart, a towering 10 lbs of fart--to finish BY HIMSELF at lunch over the course of this week


Blogger Angie said...

Sweet vinegar cucumber salad sounds interesting. Care to share the recipe?

1/10/2005 7:32 PM  
Blogger mr. nice guy said...

ah yes. easy, actually, the only thing is that we use a dutch sugar beet vinegar that mr nice guy's father-in-law imports from the netherlands. so ... you probably won't find that, but if you find something similar to dutch sweet beet vinegar, sprinkle in some salt, pepper, sugar and red pepper flakes. then slice up a cucumber nice and thin. there you have it. very easy. and so very tasty.

1/11/2005 4:30 PM  

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