Sunday, December 11, 2005

286: Birthday Party, Fondue

Fortunately, today began with a good workout of clearing out six inches of snow from the driveway. However, I shortly grew tired and achy and decided to move onto less physical activities. For the most part there wasn't much to except bundle up Ruby and send her outside to play with her friends, then get her ready for the birthday party at 4pm and a dinner invitation from our neighbors after that.

Breakfast
Three SLices Ezekial 4:9
Peanut Butter
Cheese

Snack
1/4 cup Almonds/Cashews
Ass't Dried Fruit
Apple
Cheese of 1 Slice of Pizza
Dunkin Donuts Medium Coffee

Lunch
Greek Salad:
Cabbage, Lettuce, Feta, Carrots, Chicken

Dinner
Lamb Fondue
Tomatoes, Oil and Salt
Pickles
2 Bites of Baked Potato
2 Bites of A Chocolate Cheese Thing

Really it would take an entire blog of this length to describe the dinner we had at the home of our Russian neighbors. But since our last dinner (which was a carb-fest) we told them that next time they would have to be more aware of our carb-phobia. So they took us seriously, serving fondue—which is their way of saying "cook your own meat in boiling hot oil served in a fondue pot atop a can of sterno." Aside from cooking the meat in fat, this actually is unintentionally diet-friendly, because it takes five minutes to cook a piece of lamb, meaning in 30 minutes you have had six bites of lamb. I did have a bite of a baked potato (cutting it to give Ruby, who except for potato chips is a total potato refusenik). Lastly of note was a dessert that was actually like a Yodel filled with chocolate cheesecake. It was fantastic—I have not been able to stop thinking about it since, even though I may never eat lamb again.

1 comment:

Mom said...

You shoveled what? That was not a good form of exercise for someone who has a possible disk to start with. Maybe not for anyone. Otherwise the dinner sounds divine. Those must be Keller genes of Ruby's re potatoes....Never met one I didn't like...on anyone's plate. Please be careful with this winter stuff. Love, MOM