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Al Dente Revisited: go fish!, Rehoboth Beach, Del.

NOTE FROM JARED: We actually visited go fish!’s sister restaurant, go brit! in Lewes. It’s the same menu, but with more non-seafood items available. It’s a funny thing, as we tried going here on Tuesday, but a townwide power outage in Lewes thwarted our plans and sent us elsewhere. We returned and were equally as satisfied.

go brit! is located at 18388 Coastal Hwy. (State Route 1) in Lewes.

REHOBOTH BEACH, DELAWARE

About three or four years ago, we visited my sister on Long Island and took a ride out to Montauk. We climbed the lighthouse, wandered around the state park, walked around the town and finally decided that it was time for lunch. And none of the places we walked into took credit cards. Not a one. The fact that any restaurant, let alone a town full of them, turned down plastic in 2009 stunned me.

It was a concern that I had in Rehoboth Beach. Seasonal oceanside businesses may shun the processing charges related to plastic. A few were cash only (Thrasher’s, for one), but they at least posted their policy on the front sign. Luckily for us, since we rarely carry cash, just about everyone accepted credit cards.

Friday marked a quiet day for us. We took the kid to the park and for a walk down Rehoboth Avenue. Lunch beckoned us, as it is known to do, and the Union Jack on the sign out front of go fish! caught our attention. Continue reading Al Dente Revisited: go fish!, Rehoboth Beach, Del.

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Grocery list: June 9, 2013

2013-06-09 at 11-32-35Everyone has left.

That’s the best part of a family gathering. This weekend was the celebration of The Kid’s third birthday (it’s officially on Tuesday) and we partied yesterday here at The Homestead. The crowd filtered out around 8 last night. The Sister returned to Long Island at 11 a.m., right around the same time that my father and stepmother bid adieu on the way back to their house on the St. Lawrence Seaway.

The house is now blisteringly quiet. The Kid is napping. The Wife is off for a run. All that can be heard is the clicking of the keyboard and the faint muttering of the announcer on the MLB Network.

2013-06-08 at 17-03-24The second best part of a family gathering? The stunning array of leftovers. We anticipated 18, but ordered food for 15-16. We had 15, but the six pounds of pulled pork and various salads that accompanied was apparently overkill. Today’s grocery trip reminded me that we need a bigger refrigerator in the next house. I gave up on putting things away with a sense of order and just started shoving things where there was room.

Everything but my father’s tortellini salad, the rolls for the pork and the beer was gluten-free. Not that it mattered, as The Kid ate a piece of corn bread and some Van’s french toast.

Today’s trip to Wegmans was solo and horrendous, though mutually exclusive of one another. Solo, because The Kid really wasn’t up for the trip, nor was The Wife. Horrendous because I have a raging chest cold and zero patience. I don’t know why, but the dairy department at Wegmans insists on restocking the shelves by putting the very large pushcarts full of yogurt so they block the shelf and aisle at the same time. After I got hit by someone else’s cart the third time, I decided that I no longer cared about others and was going to use my cart as a weapon. Naturally, my blood lust was for naught as the store seemed to empty, leaving me with clear aisles but a lingering case of cart rage.

 

Post from beyond: Marlo’s Less-Than-Kosher soup

photo-13As we may have mentioned before, my sister lives on Long Island. She got her master’s degree at Stony Brook and decided to settle into the lifestyle of bad hair, bad attitudes, bad driving and bad accents. Recently, she had dinner with her former roommate at her parent’s house, where former roommate’s mom made a kosher chicken soup with spinach, tomatoes and beans. Before leaving, she copied the recipe from mom’s kosher cookbook and decided to dekosher it the only way she knows how.

My sister’s unnatural crush on Italian sausage traces back to our childhood. Sausage was relatively cheap and made an appearance once every other week, whether it was roasted, grilled or cooked in a red sauce. The only time we (The Wife and I) seem to eat it is when my sister is home. It’s not that we don’t like it. It’s just that if I’m going to eat something unhealthy, sausage is not my first choice. Continue reading Post from beyond: Marlo’s Less-Than-Kosher soup

Meatless Monday: Cavatelli with rappi

Everything after the jump came from a post that originally ran in February 2012. While I am typically against rerunning content, this is what we had on Monday night for dinner.

This is one of the dishes I can cook without looking out of shear repetition. I always make it when my sister is home and I would guess that we have this once a month during the non-summer months. It’s one of those dinners from my youth and, while I’m not overly sentimental about my family, it is where I derived my love of being in the kitchen and where I picked up the lion’s share of my recipes. Continue reading Meatless Monday: Cavatelli with rappi

Grocery list: October 28, 2012

Here in Central New York, we’re waiting for a storm to do nothing. Hell, even the National Weather Service, they of the apocalyptic storm warnings for Long Island and the mid-Atlantic, has calmed down about the threat to Central New York:

Rain, mainly after 8pm. Low around 50. Windy, with a north wind 26 to 30 mph, with gusts as high as 41 mph. Chance of precipitation is 90%. New precipitation amounts between a quarter and half of an inch possible.

The perfect world scenario for tomorrow is that my office has no power but The Kid’s daycare does. The likely scenario is that my office has power and The Kid’s daycare does too. The worst case scenario is that my office has power and The Kid’s daycare doesn’t. I don’t know what happens then. My guess is that we’ll just set Sesame Street to run on our DVR as one long playlist. Or she’ll go to my in-laws.

This week’s shopping list is a day late, thanks to a nice little hangover from Saturday night, storm preparation (Side note: I have friends who stocked up on ammo. Seriously? We bought extra diapers, but don’t worry, I’ve got friends protecting their homes in suburbia with extra shotgun shells.) and overall laziness. This list will bring the following bounty for the week:

  • Sauteed beef with white wine and rosemary
  • Chicken and white bean soup
  • Turkey club sandwiches

Smell

(Source: Amazon.com)

On Thursday night, The Wife and The Baby were playing with a plastic bouncy ball when it went astray and got caught in our rose bushes. The end result was a two-inch gash in the plastic. A replacement made its way home tonight. As one was chasing the other around the front yard tonight, I caught a whiff of the ball and it brought back memories of the automatic doors opening at Kiddie City/Johnnie Jo Toys/KB and every other toy store from my youth. The odor of the ball brought me back to those days when I would enter the store and get lost in the aisles of toys.

It got me thinking about what the smart people say about scent and memory. From Natalie Angier in an August 2008 article from The New York Times:

Importantly, the olfactory cortex is embedded within the brain’s limbic system and amygdala, where emotions are born and emotional memories stored. That’s why smells, feelings and memories become so easily and intimately entangled…

It’s an impulse that hits me every time I open a Snapple Peach Iced Tea. For me, the smell of a freshly cracked Snapple Peach Iced Tea makes me think of summer. Continue reading Smell

Snob alert: Overheard this morning at Wegmans

You’d be surprised what I can do with a slow cooker and a packet of Good Seasons.

This is why we need “concierge-level” grocery shopping. My sister got me watching this show “Royal Pains” on USA, about a concierge doctor in Long Island’s Hamptons. Imagine…you pay extra for the privilege of shopping in a empty store (or near empty…maybe just the other people who paid extra too) with no kids, no stupid people (How do you filter out the stupid people? Two words: Application process.) and  clear aisles.

Monday dinner: Cavatelli and rappi

Rapini, or rappi, seems to be bigger downstate than here in Upstate America. Pizza shops and Italian restaurants near my sister on Long Island almost always offer the bitter greens as a topping or stuffing in pizza. And most pasta houses offer some combination of sausage and rappi over pasta. Here in Syracuse, it’s a little tougher to come by. The Coppertop Tavern has recently offered the veggie as an ingredient in a few dishes, but otherwise it’s tough to find. Continue reading Monday dinner: Cavatelli and rappi