As the week came to a close, our dinner plans loosened up considerably. Thursday night was a hodge-podge.
Son #1 stayed home with a chicken bake while son #2 delighted in a Big Mac meal at the McDonald’s drive-thru (two more votes to put me in the Bad Food Mom Hall of Fame). My excuse: we were short on time between play rehearsal and the district honor choir concert. We dropped off son#2 for the pre-concert festivities and headed to a nearby Japanese restaurant. The longest menu I’ve ever seen. And the sushi was suspicious — too pretty, with artsy swirls of some sort of sauce dribbled over the shrimp tempura roll and around the plate. All adorned with a crunchy topping. Just too cute. Tasty but a strange cultural experience.
Friday came with no real plan, as usual. I learned late in the afternoon we’d have an extra boy around, a friend visiting for dinner, so dinner became a split shift: Meatball subs (easy fixings with Trader Joe’s party meatballs and marinara sauce), french fries and caesar salad for the boys; rib-eye steaks, baked potatoes and caesar salad for us. All while watching the pre-season show and first two episodes of the new (and final) season of LOST. Getting through the pre-season show seemed to take twice as long since we had to stop, replay and ponder several dialogues to get “unlost” in the plot.