I was invited to a birthday lunch today for Claudina, the Central House administrator. The lunch was hosted by her sister, Maria Jose, at Maria Jose's beach house in nearby Progreso. During the two week Easter holiday (Semana Santa and Semana de Pascua), many, many Meridans move to their beach houses for the duration. The house is gorgeous; the company fun and ranged in age from 17 to 90..women only. And, as with any celebration around here, the food was delicious and beautifully served.
We were all commenting on how lovely the sliced meat looked on the platter when Dona Beatriz, mother of Claudina and Maria Jose, commented that although she cooked the pork loin, she took it to a man she knows who sliced it. Yes, her own personal meat slicer. I may have to schedule a party, roast a pork loin for probably the first and last time of my life, and take it to my personal meat slicer to make the presentation absolutely perfect. Actually, I would probably skip the party part. I would also probably have someone else fix the meat. But I would make the slicing appointment and deliver the loin myself. As you can tell, there is something about doing this that tickles my personal services bone. (Yes, I do know that it is possible to have meat cooked, sliced and delivered, but I had never heard of cooking the meat in one's own kitchen and THEN taking it to the personal slicer.) Did I have my camera? No.
Anyway, here is my report for today:
B: WW tortilla, 1/2 c chicken, spinach and tomotoes = 3
S: Fiber bar with pb, chai latte venti = 10
L: Green salad, tortilla espanola, sliced pork, cheese cake = 20?
Total: 33 at least
Exercise: Walked 50 minutes in am
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2 comments:
It just makes my little head want to spin. Please, PLEASE, cook your loin, carry it to a slicer and document the experience with your camera. I have this mental image of the platter and the solemn procession wending its way through the streets.....
i agree. what else can ou have done there? amazing!
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