Dinner tonight was So Full Of Wrong and yet ultimately so good. The killer main dish consisted of "costolette a scottadito," lambchops (DEFRA's autumnal gift to the bargain hunting English carnivore) prepared in a simple fashion (only three ingredients besides the meat), as below:
Brush the lamb chops with olive oil and season with salt and pepper. Let stand 15 minutes.
Heat up broiler to high.
Broil lamb one minute on each side.
Yum. PERFECT! It was rarer than I would normally eat my meat but so tender I didn't mind. (The recipe was from the Silver Spoon
, which I was inspired to get after seeing a copy show up as a birthday present for butterbee
two years back. It's pure yum, all 1250 pages.)
The bad came in with the other things. I decided to make tortellini in broth as a side dish, using the cute tiny things I picked up from Borough Market, but the broth I used turned out to be leftover watery gravy from making chicken and dumplings some time back (left in the freezer all this time, don't you know). It was delicious. The vegetables, well, I was doing well with the organic yellow pepper and zucchini, fried in olive oil with a little garlic for flavoring (okay, maybe it was a whole head and a large one at that), and saying goodbye to my basil plant was a natural. But my EVIL GENIUS took hold and I pulled some frozen potato and ham croquettes out of their icy lair, baked them up (while the lamb was marinating and the lower oven was heating up and the broth was thawing), and tossed them in with the other healthy stuff. DEEE-LISH.
Anyway, I'm pretty full now. And yes, this was the highlight of my day. I make myself happy.
Uh, let's see. At Tango Foxtrot today, I went to the corporate overlord (Romeo Alpha)'s big New Employee Orientation event today. I have to say, hearing them say in front of a room full of attention, "We want to call attention to RBI's commitment to training and development" was music to my ears
. What a contrast this formed with my previous employer, especially since I was, what, two minutes late to the start because I had to nip out to the loo before it started. This time there was no Rorie Devine, CTO and head monkey, chewing me out in front of a room full of my peers, because I am now working for PEOPLE WHO KNOW THEIR A** from a hole in the ground, as my dear departed mother would have said. Yay for that.
Highlight of orientation: going to charity sale onsite and picking up a pretty cotton dress with a rose print on it for a quid. (Sorry, that's just the part that I liked. Getting rained on on the way there didn't get things off to a good start and it was a long ride down south.)
I'm getting my schedule together for next month but since the two people who use it the most are on Google, I'm not going to post it here. Suffice it to say Phillip Glass/Leonard Cohen is too expensive for me, the Peter Brook Brecht plays are sold out, and nobody here is willing to go to Butoh with me besides shadowdaddy
, but that kind of explains why we're married, doesn't it? And despite all of these obstacles, I've still got six things scheduled for next month, not including several parties and a day in the Cotswolds. No wonder I'm home doing nothing tonight; I need to catch my breath!