Has it already been two weeks [1] already? The silence, the beautiful silence is to be shattered by the arrival of The Kids? Yes, alas.
Sigh.
Not much to really catch up on. Two weeks of silence, sleep and relentless procrastination on the National Novel Writing Month novel [2] ruled the past two weeks. The highlight was a nearly perfect antipasto salad I made a few days after the Kids left.
Ah, antipasto salad.
It's pretty much a given that on D&D (Dungeons and Dragons) night if we order from a pizza place, I will get the antipasto salad, not being a real fan of pizza in general. The reason I order antipasto salad is, what I'm coming to believe, a misguided attempt to find the perfect antipasto salad. And what is the perfect antipasto salad you ask? (Okay, you probably didn't ask, but I'll answer anyway) Perfection of antipasto salads, thy name is Buddy's Rendezvous and Pizzeria [3] (6 Mile and Conant [4]—driving directions from Lower Sheol: I-95 N to Ft. Pierce [5], one mile west to the [DELETED-Florida Turnpike-DELETED] Ronald Reagan Turnpike North to I-75 North to the Davidson Freeday East, turn left on Conant, two blocks, north west corner, and try not to pay too much attention to the neighborhood). And what makes the antipasto salad so great that I'm almost willing to drive 1,200 miles to get one?
They finely chop up the ingredients.
You may think I'm joking, but I have yet to find, outside of Buddy's, an antipasto salad that can be eaten without a knife—huge slabs of lettuce, cheese and meats that would serve better laying flat between two slices of bread as a sandwich than as a “salad.”
Finally fed up, I bought the lettuce, ham, salami, pepparoni, cheese, oil (olive) and vinegar (red wine), chopped everything up into small pieces (smaller than bite sized—nothing larger than a quarter inch cube), placed in a large bowl, added the oil and vinegar and made my own damn antipasto salad. I only reached near perfection due to a lack of lettuce than anything else (we're talking about a pound and a half of meat, a pound of cheese, and only one single head of lettuce).
Like I said, the highlight of the two weeks.
Well, the highlight that I'm willing to publically talk about. We were, after all, sans kids for two weeks.
Ahem.
Anyway, the Kids are back, silence running away screaming.
Ah well …
[2] http://www.nanowrimo.org/profile.php?mode=viewprofile&u=10262
[3] http://www.buddyspizza.com/buddys.htm