Of pork and other things...

For those of you (all 1 of you) hanging on (or benignly disinterested in) my every written word, let me put you out of your torment. Yes, I did it.

The pulled pork was surreal – sensuous, melting, slightly sweet and spicy – gently bathed in home made sauce (two kinds, choice was up to the diners), swaddled in lovely, doughy, fabulously unhealthy white flour rolls and accompanied by creamy, slightly sweet, coleslaw. It was sublime. And for the first time in 5 months my father-in-law did not look up from his plate to utter his only words at dinner which are always “And now, what is for dessert?” – he was simply too sated, too enraptured by the pulled pork to even remember the word dessert.

Topher, of course, had his usual whole wheat macaroni and parmesan cheese. Winston, of course, ate what ever I put in front of him but did keep scanning the dinning table for any signs that the previous night’s wild mushroom risotto was making another appearance. How I could birth two such different children in terms of food preferences is a mystery to me. For the past year, Topher has eaten nothing but: raisin toast with peanut butter, cheerios, oatmeal, dry raisin bran, grilled cheese, berries, spaghetti with parmesan (fresh grated, don’t you know because he won’t eat any other kind) and whole wheat macaroni with parmesan. Throw in the occasional home made pizza (with ONLY kalamata olives and mozzarella, go figure) and you have his complete diet. Meat has never, ever passed that boy’s lips. Ever. Not. Even. Once. Vegetables, well, I have managed to sneak in the odd carrot or two. Winston on the other hand is a serious carnivore, a flesh-food gourmand. Steak, chicken, pork, shrimp, fish (but not salmon), hotdogs, hamburgers, sausages, bacon – you name it, he scarfs it back. The more flavour, the better – dinner with him is a serious of frantic efforts to stem the tide of angry screams when he has run out of tzatziki, garlic-lime-chilli pepper crusted shrimp, sharp cheese, steak with teriyaki, grilled vegetables, and risotto.

So dinner tonight, now that I am famished and thinking about food will be: cedar planked Atlantic salmon, boiled new potatoes tossed in butter and herbs, cucumber yogurt salad and grilled vegetables very lightly tossed with a roasted tomato dressing. If someone is crazy enough to expect dessert after this, they can wash themselves a peach.

Oh yes, and I did the shopping for afore said undergarments. A near-mortgage payment later and I am hoisted, pert, comfortable and quite pleased with myself. Bra Chic. Highly recommend it. Highly.