It was still cold and overcast on Wednesday morning. But the
good news was it was dry and supposed to get up into the mid 60’s today.
I walked outside in the morning and the sun kept peeking
through. Come on, sun!!!
I went to Time Out for lunch. One of the specials intrigued
me. It was a 1/2 pound cheeseburger, topped with a fried egg. Now, I had read
about putting fried eggs on burgers (it’s been hip for a couple of years) but
never ate one. So, I ordered that and substituted the fries for a cup of shrimp
bisque.
The shrimp bisque was pretty good, but I was comparing it to
the Westborn lobster bisque and was not as impressed as maybe I should have
been. But, think about it: a sports bar serving shrimp bisque? I should have
been more thrilled.
A far as the burger went, I guess I was expecting the same
results as when I slide my two eggs over-easy on top of the homemade corned
beef hash at Lida’s Coney Island. I thought the egg yolk would make a delicious
sauce, so I didn’t add any condiments. So, it was good, too, (damn good) but
not quite what I was expecting.
Sidebar: For $6.99, I don’t really feel like I have any room
to b*tch, LOL!
Going far afield: I forgot to mention this yesterday, but
when I told Vicky I was going to Newburgh Grill and asked if she wanted to come
along, she said “Sure, but you’ll have to eat my lunch.” I quickly agreed, interested
in all things Puerto Rican.
It was a small dish (lunch, remember?) and I needed to use
up the little steak and the last ear of sweet corn, so I didn’t eat it for
dinner. But about 9:30 p.m., I was hungry again (hey, it was just a small steak
and one lousy ear of corn), so I warmed it up and ate it.
She told me it was spaghetti and rice. WTF? Starch on
starch? Who the hell does that? Crazy Puerto Ricans!
It was a big spoonful of homemade spaghetti on top of white
rice. But, believe it or not, it was freaking awesome! Don’t even ask me why!
It defies foodie logic.
I sent her a text apologizing for not bring in the empty container
(I had it washed but left it on the counter when I went to work). I told her
how much I like it but it was an odd combination.
She texted me back and said, “When I tell people rice and
spaghetti is the best, I get a weird look!”
Then she said her mother Evy send me a dinner dish: Puerto
Rican-style Mexican chicken enchiladas.
Okay, so I was confused! I had sent over Cajun Red Beans and
rice and her mother said they were too spicy. I get the Puerto Rican versus Mexican
thing: Puerto Rican's like seasoned, Mexican’s like spicy. So, what the hell are
Puerto Rican-style Mexican chicken enchiladas gonna taste like???
I guess I will find out…
Back home after work, I treated Caley, changed clothes and then
went outside. I had found the pressure washer wand (as I suspected, it fell behind
the baker’s cart). I only had to move two motorcycles, the two Triumph wheels
and the Triumph front forks to get it out.
I wanted to at least get the front of the house washed down.
It’s supposed to be in the 70’s and dry tomorrow and I need that to dry out the
indoor-outdoor carpet on the front porch.
So, I took down all my decoration, the hanging bird houses
and the bird feeders on the porch rail. I dragged the hose out front and hooked
everything up. I stood way back and tried it out.
Sidebar: Margaret has a similar little electric power washer.
She warned me about standing too close. She bought hers to do her wood fence
and, when she first tried it out, she blew a chuck of wood off it. So, I was a
bit nervous.
I got the whole front and the south side of the garage done
before it got too dark. First impression? It doesn’t look any cleaner than when
I did it with the Windex. But it did blast the spider webs better, LOL!
I left the hose out, but put everything else away. I went
inside and warmed up my dinner after sprinkling on the cheese she thoughtfully sent
in a little container.
It was two enchiladas and that yellow rice and it was
delicious! But, I was right. The seasoning was the same as the chicken, rice
and pigeon peas I made a long while ago. Mild and flavorful, but nowhere near
hot and spicy. If it were me, I'd drop the "Mexican" from the description and just call them Puerto
Rican chicken enchiladas.
I watched some taped TV and then went to sleep.
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