Sunday dinner

Sunday dinner kicks ass. Well, a good dinner on any night kicks ass, but the motivation to actually prep and cook a dinner is not always there. Luckily, often on Sundays, I don't have to prep and cook, just eat. It's been a new-ish tradition that Krista and Joe often host Sunday dinners over at their place, usually a couple times a month. There is no better way to cap off a weekend than with that, let me tell you. And it's been so good that it's inspired me going forward to at least try and uphold that tradition for myself on the weeks where they do not host. To give you an example, by past three weeks' Sunday dinners:

Last night: Turkey, baked beans (marinated in whiskey) and green bean salad. Served with margaritas and Dale's Pale Ale. (Krista and Joe's)

Last week: Pork chops and potatoes marinaded in a lemon/garlic/onion/parsley "sauce", asparagus, cornbread. Served with whatever beer I had in the house. (At my place, with my roommate.)

Easter Sunday: Ham (in an orange glaze), different green bean salad (with bacon), carrots marinaded in ginger ale, mashed potatoes. Served with a variation of a mojito that is made with ginger beer and either gin, rum, or vodka. I tried all three; the gin was the best. I call them Joejitos. (At Krista and Joe's, and pretty much the best meal I've had in a long time.)

I can get used to this type of eating. "Fat and happy" would be a term I could cheerfully embrace. The past few weeks I've actually been looking more forward to Sunday than any other day of the weekend, and that's unusual.