Dinner for Fussbudgets

You know how my posts are usually all sunshine and roses about how much I love my life and cooking and how grateful I am for everything?

Yeah, well this one's going to be a little different because I really woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.

It's no big deal, just one of those times when it feels like the world is absolutely pigpiling on top of me. You know. It's the kind of series of events where you start to wonder if maybe you are paying some kind of karmic debt.

I'm in such a bad mood that I didn't even want to cook the recipe I'd picked out for tonight - a soup that I'll hopefully share with you sometime later this week. No. No soup for me. I'm in a bad mood. There will be no cooking tonight.

Unfortunately, there's no remedy for this mood. Ok, that's a huge lie. There probably is a remedy and I'm sure it's made by Pfizer. That said, I am pretty sure the remedy I need is that something unexpectedly good needs to happen. Like magic, I'll snap out of it. Might be a day or two, can't really say. But it'll happen. It always does.

In the meantime, I am going to share with you my dinner tonight. It's a Dinner for Fussbudgets. Fussbudget was Mom's word for us when we were babies and just could not under any circumstances be consoled. I especially remember it being applied to Miss Liz. 

Anyway, Dinner for Fussbudgets sounds about right for me tonight. Here are the rules:

1. This is no time for Two Buck Chuck. Open some good wine. 

Thank you, Kevin and Christine, for providing me with this delicious wine. You are the Jesus-at-the-Wedding to my jugs-of-water-bad-mood.

2. Cheese. Cheese is required. Splurge if you want, but you don't have to. However, if it's in your budget to get that $38.99/lb cheese I saw at Whole Foods tonight, let me know because we should really spend more time together. 

I picked a much (MUCH) more modest Gruyere. I suggest getting only a small block as you will likely eat the whole thing. Well, you will if you are me.


3. Something green. Even if pickled.

The small cup is for the olive pits. Just because you're in a bad mood doesn't mean you have to act like a heathen. See also: cloth napkin. Oh, also, this photograph is supposed to be vertical so tilt your head 90 degrees to the left because I don't feel like fixing the photo and reposting it.

4. Meats. The discerning reader will notice that one of the meats here is ham. Yeah, I hate ham with a passion reserved for few things in life. That's how bad a mood I am in. I am eating ham and I don't even care.

Not a good sign at all.

5. Carbs. Mine are in the form of these lentil crackers which are the only wheat-free cracker I've found that doesn't taste like a salt lick. They *almost* taste like normal crackers, if by "normal crackers" you mean "stale Wheat Thins". Good enough, I say. As Mom says, "beggars can't be choosers."

I don't know about "delicious" gluten-free snacking. More like "really not that bad at all" gluten-free snacking.

6. Leftovers. Whatever you have on hand that you want to eat. Tonight's special is roasted delicata squash (seen in the meat photo and below), which, as previously discussed, I am borderline obsessed with. 


And there you have it: Dinner for Fussbudgets.

In the end, it all makes me think of this t-shirt my Mom used to have:  

I just want to point out that this would be a lot easier if the turkeys would leave me the F alone. 

Also, am I an elephant in this scenario? Really? An elephant??


How rude.

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