When Baby A wants to do something again, she says “two times”. It’s remarkably cute, until you’re doing whatever it may be for the 45th two time. The meal tonight was indeed excellent so we had two great meals in a row, which is always good (particularly when we are facing the classy sounding Chili Dog Bacon Cheeseburgers and Fiery Fries tomorrow). L and I made Greek Bread Salad with Grilled Shrimp this evening, about which we were not overly excited. The meal is easy and pretty quick; L chopped the red onion, cucumber, tomatoes, celery, kalamata olives, parsley, mint and garlic. The salad was tossed with lemon zest and juice, and olive oil. Meanwhile, I heated the grill pan to ridiculously hot, and put on some pita breads until they were crisp. The bread was cut into large pieces and added to the salad. The jumbo shrimp were drizzled with olive oil and sprinkled with oregano and grill seasoning. They were browned really quickly on the grill then piled on top of the salad with some slabs of feta cheese.
The salad is excellent; this is the perfect summer meal. It is crisp and tasty and light, without any overpowering elements to upset the balance. The shrimp were beautiful. We forgot to buy a bag of frozen shrimp so we had to splash out on the fresh ones in an emergency shrimp run this evening. An expensive oversight, but ultimately a good one, the shrimp were perfect. Crisp and firm with not a hint of excess water or sogginess. The grill seasoning gave them a bit of a kick, and the oregano added a bit of depth to the flavour. The block of feta was another extravagance; it cost maybe twice what we normally pay for the crumbles, but it was at least two times as good. L thought that the feta should have been crumbled and mixed with the vegetables, rather than being placed in hefty wedges on the top. I can’t say I cared either way.
Yesterday I mentioned that I got hair dye all over the bathroom and that we have a bit of a repainting job ahead of us. Last night before bed, I took cat food out of the cupboard and walked away without closing the door properly. It is one of those really old pull-down cupboards which were probably used for coal or something. For the first time in 4 years, I let the door fall to the floor, smashing the porcelain part of the handle to smithereens. Oops. We better move out soon before I have trashed everything left in the place.