What's For Dinner?

[Quinn]

Suggestions anyone?

Right now take-out Chinese sounds good. Except my favorite place doesn't deliver and I don't want to go out. In the heat. And the rain. And the Tornado warning.

 

Do you like Chinese food?

 

 

 

[Quinn]

I said that I was going to eat from my pantry until I exhausted my food supply [except for maybe those grapes that are making penicillin], but I cheated the last two nights. I went out to dinner one night and I got take-out the other.
I felt the need to fess up.

Tonight it's back to the pantry. I promise.
Chicken with...something. I don't know yet.

[Chez moi]

Chicken here, too - a breast with some more sautéed veg (green beans, red and yellow peppers, onion, broccoli and mushrooms - it's a cheat, from a bag in the freezer - eek! - but delicious) mixed with some of the leftover rice. Tomorrow I shall boil the carcass and make my favorite chicken soup, avgolemono, with the rest of the rice, egg and lemon juice.

[Bob Stepp]

I'm orderin' pizza tonight...

[Chez moi]

I had my leftover polenta and ratatouille for supper, and am eating a white nectarine now, before I go to bed.

I love leftovers.

[Ray]

Pizza, Frito's, Pepsi and Apple pie would do it for me.
Not especially healthy, but tastes great!

[Snagg]

I'm gnawing on a drive-thru gyro and onion rings as we type.

[Ubu]

My supper was some extras I took for lunch. Since I ate just the sandwich for my lunch I had a cinnamon roll, apple fritter and peach for the drive home.

[Stir Young]

I got a shift in this evening at the rib joint. For my duty meal, I had chicken strips, onion rings, and unlimited soda. Oh, and ranch dressing for dippage.

[Chez moi]

Gary, I thought of you when I saw this the other day.

Half-Rack at the Rendezvous
by William Notter

She had a truck, red hair,
and freckled knees and took me all the way
to Memphis after work for barbecue.
We moaned and grunted over plates of ribs
and sweet iced tea, even in a room of strangers,
gnawing the hickory char, the slow
smoked meat peeling off the bones,
and finally the bones. We slurped
grease and dry-rub spice from our fingers,
then finished with blackberry cobbler
that stained her lips and tongue.

All the trees were throwing fireworks
of blossom, the air was thick
with pollen and the brand-new smell of leaves.
We drove back roads in the watermelon dusk,
then tangled around each other, delirious
as honeybees working wisteria.
I could blame it all on cinnamon hair,
or the sap rising, the overflow of spring,
but it was those ribs that started everything.

Good luck!
,-D

[Stir Young]

~sigh~

Hope springs eternal.

[Chez moi]

Nice rack, eh?

Food porn lives.

[Stir Young]

Yup...makes me want to go see some naked ladies wrestling in jello!