Sunday dinner

I got nothing. I'd post adorable pictures of cats , but I don't have any. I've always had a hard time balancing competing desires to spout off, to entertain with oddball stories, and to keep some family members who read this kind of up-to-date on what's going on in our lives. I worry about being boring. I worry about being a blowhard. I worry about turning into a blog that becomes a laundry list of random observations and daily events.

Maybe I'll fall back on blogging about food and drink. With pictures.

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The weekend was great--we went to see The Knitters at the Chicago Folk & Roots Festival, accompanied by the lovely Kim. The festival was great. It was the first time we've been, and I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the food and beer. Here's a bonus--I got to see a white trash dude wearing an American flag bandanna do-rag punch out an obnoxious drunk who was bothering flag-man's family. It was f*cking righteous, man.

Oh, and I realized something else, too. One of the great pleasures of summer, especially at places like carnivals and street fairs, is the abundance of side-boob. Sadly, though, I realized that there is a downside--if it's hot enough for there to be plenty of side-boob, there's probably going to be a lot of side man-boob. Hairy side man-boob. Granted, with the crowd consisting mainly of aging NPR listeners, hipsters, hippies and old punk rockers, there weren't too many guys wearing sleeveless gym shirts with the arm holes stretched down to the waist...but still. One is too many.

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So...now for the food blogging. With a picture. I did the booze blogging part earlier today.



We loves us some Sunday dinners here at the compound. If I'm not working it's usually a great time to cook up something that takes a little while, and wash down the grub with some good booze. Here's tonight's menu:

• Horseradish-crusted pork loin, cooked on a cedar plank
• Sugar snap peas, sauteed in olive oil and garlic, tossed with basil and parsley from our garden
  
• Steamed, buttered new potatoes tossed with dill and parsley from our garden, and a little sour cream
  
• A chilled fruit salad of musk melon and blueberries with a sauce of orange liqueur, honey and lemon juice, tossed with mint and Thai basil from our garden
• Dessert (not shown) blueberry peach cobbler
  

The glass is filled with some sangria MizBubs, my favorite enabler, whipped up this afternoon. It used white wine, berries, some of the melon and some triple sec. I'm finishing my last glass now.

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This week is shaping up to be busy at work. I finished out last week pretty angry at mankind. It was a combination of working some cases involving elderly people getting ripped off, and then that story about the crackpots disrupting the Senate invocation.

I'm feeling better now, helped in no small part by the news that on Saturday one of my detectives arrested a guy who had forged his own elderly mother's name and gotten $20,000 in fraudulent loans in her name. On Friday afternoon, after we left work, one of my other detectives stopped for a haircut, and while he was there saw a suspect in a burglary he was working on. He stopped the suspect, who had been drinking, and ended up getting a confession and recovering a bunch of stolen property. So, good guys 2, bad guys 0.

Ah, one more thing, on a personal note--I found out Saturday I've been accepted into the MBA program I applied for. I start classes in September.

Hope everyone had a decent weekend, and has a good week ahead.