What can I say? We had a lot of leftovers around the house and I’m slammed with competing deadlines (each more boring and soul-sapping than the last). So we pulled everything out of the fridge and divided it up. Ernie took on the leftover Vietnamese chicken noodle soup he didn’t finish at the lunch my dashing husband took him out to because of the aforementioned deadlines; my dashing husband tackled the potato salad and a re-do of the tomato-red onion salad I constructed for him the other night; I commandeered this leftover rice and beans from the taco lunch Ernie and I enjoyed yesterday with friends who came into town from Gold Country, as well as some now extraordinarily marinated green beans. Each of us were pleased in our own way.
For dessert we tucked into this grapefruit honey gelatin, all wiggly and jiggly and giggly in the pretty vintage green glass dessert bowls I got for Christmas from a certain younger brother and sister-in-law who shall remain nameless. They may be nameless, but they have the most exquisite taste. Plus, they can read me like a book. A book of challenging narrative non-fiction, but a book nonetheless.
(While my dashing husband was eating his portion of gelatin he came across a grapefruit seed. Fifteen years in and his opinion is still so high of me that he asked: “And so are the seeds supposed to give it a rustic feel?” Never seemed to have crossed his mind that something so tiny as a grapefruit seed could cross my path without my knowledge, consideration, and consent.)
Hillary | 24-Jun-08 at 10:33 am | Permalink
Awww the part when your husband asks about the grapefruit seed is adorable!