Let's freakin talk about food-n-stuff!

While Poppy was gone those two-long weeks, I did a lot of cooking. So by the end of last week, I wanted to have someone cook for me and not in our house! There was talk of soup or burgers so we settled on Hot Pot at this place called Nabe in the Richmond. I figured it was meat and it was soup…best of both worlds. It was NOM!

See:

That’s half Shabu and half Sukiyaki.

Not only was it NOM but they finish the meal with a rice porridge!

This Nabe place is pretty small and while we were there a gal from the SF Chronicle was evidently doing a story. She was asking folks if they wouldn’t mind talking to her about the food and would they mind having their pictures taken. I heard the weirdo-lady at the end of the communal table we were sitting at say she didn’t want her face in the pic, only her hands, cause she was a teacher. I guess teachers don’t like to be seen eating out. I figured, she's not a teacher at all.  She had a Fwench accent too...Probably in the witness protection program!  Bet she wasn't even Fwench!

As time went on, it seemed like Reporter-Lady was talking to just about everyone but us. WTF? Photographic-Poppy and I didn’t understand this cause we think we are relatively interesting and attractive people. Maybe it was cause I was spilling everywhere when I burned my mouth on the searingly hot broth. Hmmm.

Anyway, as Reporter-Lady passed behind me trying to leave, I pushed my chair out and trapped her. I said “How come you haven’t interviewed us?” I think she felt like I wasn’t going to let her escape, so she interviewed us and asked if we minded having our pictures taken. Mind? I want my 15 minutes of fame, man! She probably wasn’t even taking our picture. She just wanted out of there, I could tell by the scared look on her face…and the lens-cap on the camera.

Moving on...While Graphical-Poppy was with her family over those two weeks, they all went to see that Hobbit movie, except for Poppy. Why anyone would want to see that movie? Nose-To-The-Grindstone-Poppy was busy finishing Uncle Mike's funeral announcement thing.  I felt bad for her so I promised I’d take her to see that movie when she got home. She was so excited and couldn’t believe that I offered to do that. That’s love, baby!

We planned to see it this weekend. Did you know that freakin movie is 2:41 long!? That’s not a movie, that’s a life-suck! I think my love was starting to wane. I was able to doze off a few times up until the dragon scene. I do lubs me some dragon so I stayed awake for the rest of it. Of course, at the end, they left it open for yet another sequel. Evidently, hobbits, dwarves and elves live forever. I just don’t get it.

When we left the theater, so much time had passed that it was now dark-time. We decided to head over to the Mission for tacos. I also needed some tortillas for Sunday’s dinner of slow-cooker carnitas.

Can you ever get tired of tacos?

No, you can’t.

That brings me to my hunk-o-porkie…I’d been tossing around the idea of getting a slow cooker. My BFF has one and swears by it. So we bought one. We had a 7lb ham in the freezer. Not the pink ham, but the uncured-regular-old-kind of ham.

I wanted to make carnitas and I have a recipe for oven-carnitas, so I cribbed from that and looked at a few other slow-cooker recipes. I figured that mound-o-meat would take about 12 hours to cook. So I started it before I went to bed.

Of course, I forgot to take after-pics. It turned out pretty good and now we’ve got enough carnitas to feed an army. Good thing we never get tired of tacos, eh?

Here’s my last food porn shot…

Yeah, that’s a red velvet cupcake hat!

Going to the beach makes Jax a tired girl…

Boom!