Daily Archives: August 22, 2008

The Bat Cave

Well, not necessarily. How about the Bat Tour?

We’re looking to charter the local boat for a bat tour. No, Mr. and Mrs. Howell, it won’t be the dreaded “three hour cruise” that allowed the Professor to thwart your return to civilization for years.

Apparently there are several hundred thousand bats (probably Mexican freetail) that emerge from under a local bridge every evening to go to the coast and feed on mosquitos and other insects en route.

I’m hoping to book the tour and make hors d’oeuvres for the guests. No deep-fried bat wings, please. But if you have suggestions please make a comment here. I’m looking to keep it simple and cold or room temperature. I’m thinking smoked salmon mousse on pumpernickel rounds atop a slice of cool cucumber. Sweet potato chips with cumin and cayenne. Perhaps mini-chicken salad sandwiches with celery, scallion, apple and nuts. And hummus with pita toasts for the vegetarians.

Aside from seeing friends and neighbors, the best thing is that I don’t have to get the Bat Car out of the Cave. They’ll dock next door.

If you’ve any suggestions please add as comments! All input is welcome, fellow cooks! D

It’s Friday

and I’m so looking forward to a quiet weekend. Last weekend was nuts. I’d like to cook/entertain at least once this weekend but it’s going to be on the fly.

The sun is out today, first time in a week, and I feel like grilling. Steak comes to mind. Baked potatoes, fully loaded for my TX guy. Corn on the cob. Perhaps a Greek salad with Romaine and feta. Watermelon.

That sounds like a plan. I’m working on two parties and submitting a proposal to teach a couple of cooking classes so things are busy here.

I so look forward to our regular Saturday “lunch and a movie” dates. It gives us time to catch up with each other’s lives and I don’t have to cook, not that I regard cooking as a chore. But face it, it’s not all artistry and creativity. It’s putting a good meal on the table, day after day, meal after meal. I try to keep it interesting.

Still, adulation comes in inverse proportions to effort expended. Four hours making a great dinner is OK, ten minutes is FANTASTIC! I know, how can this happen? It does. And then the cook does all she can do NOT to turn into Sandra Lee.