Don’t Leave Me Alone

This, my friends, is what happens when I’m left to my own devices on a warm Sunday evening. Sad, isn’t it?

Joy [as in Joy the Baker] wrote about something similar today–about what you’ll eat when you’re alone and not cooking for others. Formalities and general dining habits go out the window. Who needs plates? I’m surprised I even sat down to eat this. The cutting board looked like a painter’s palette when I was done with all the splotches of horseradish mustard and spicy BBQ sauce.

We had friends in from San Francisco. We saw a really awesome show [do you listen to Sharks? You should]. We watched two sad soccer games. I ate so many awesome things–pulled pork sandwich and Italian sausage soup from Breakside Brewery, a turkey and pastrami sandwich, Irish stew, and soda bread from Kells, steak, chicken skewers, baked potato, and salad at home, some carne asada fries at 3am from Javiers, a steak and blue cheese salad from Panera, and then those hot dogs and grilled zucchini. Yet all I could come up with was a lousy iPhone photo. For shame.

I do have fresh made pizza dough in the fridge for a sacrilegious cheese-less pizza tonight. Fingers crossed the pizza gods don’t smite me for such things.