In God We Trust

[rolanni]

SRM Publisher was low-to-out of a Significant Number of chapbooks, and a trip to the printer was mandated. The printer is 40 miles away in the Big City; it was a gorgeous, seasonal day (59 degrees F); we had planning and outlining work to do. So, I fired up Sabu and took notes while we brainstormed, fit Tab A into Slot B, and got to know the characters a little better.

After dropping the printing off, since we were in the city, and the check that arrived yesterday was burning a hole in our pockets -- we went shopping.

Steve scored several pairs of very nice jeans in his new, smaller size; I scored a mini-LED light which is now hanging from the inside zipper of my handbag, so that I can see what's lurking down there. Yes! Also a Timex Indiglo travel alarm clock that folds flat. No more dealing with the idiosyncrasies of hotel alarm clocks!

We hit the Barnes and Noble and bought a bunch of books, including Michelle Hauf's Seraphim, which I'm really looking forward to reading. Over at the pet store, the cats made out like bandits, with a new wire brush and a new sisal scratching post (now maybe Scrabble will leave my poor, shabby sofa in peace). Best part is that, it was all on sale.

Justly exhausted after all that shopping, we had lunch at the new Longhorn Steak House -- a crab cake sandwich for Steve, salmon and caesar salad for me.

Drove home the long way, with more brainstorming and note-taking. All told, we've got a good bit of groundwork laid for the book. I'm pleased. Tomorrow, I'll spend some time putting the notes in expanded order and then we'll go over the bits we missed and the new questions raised by answering the old questions.

Going to go read, now...

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[djonn]

Justly exhausted after all that shopping, we had lunch at the new Longhorn Steak House -- a crab cake sandwich for Steve, salmon and caesar salad for me.

There's something just wrong, somehow, about having a meal at a Steak House in which nobody actually orders steak -- or at least some form of red meat.

steak house

[kinzel.livejournal.com]

Mostly we don't have anything to do with steak. Oh, maybe a cheese-steak sub once or twice a year. If someone gave me a "nice juicy steak" I'd throw it in crock pot and then use it for a week's worth of meals. If someone insisted I eat steak while at a restaurant with them, I'd walk.

As for the steak house? Only restaurant within easy wall of the store we were shopping at, and open only about 5 weeks. We went in to look at the menu, saw they had food we might actually enjoy, and ordered...

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

There's something just wrong, somehow, about having a meal at a Steak House in which nobody actually orders steak -- or at least some form of red meat.

Well, if they didn't want me to eat salmon, they shouldn't have put it on the menu.

As far as I'm concerned, salmon trumps steak every time.

[djonn]

kinzel:
As for the steak house? Only restaurant within easy wall of the store we were shopping at, and open only about 5 weeks. We went in to look at the menu, saw they had food we might actually enjoy, and ordered...

rolanni:
As far as I'm concerned, salmon trumps steak every time.

I had better clarify here that I was trying -- not too eptly, as it turns out -- to comment on the labeling aesthetics of the situation rather than on the dietary preferences of the patrons.

I can see a Steak House (note capitals) putting salmon on its menu -- come to that, you can cut salmon into steaks, though it's really better presented in fillet form. But I don't think I've met a serious Steak House in this part of the country that admits the existence of crab cakes.

Of course, this may be an artifact of living in the Pacific Northwest, since crab cakes are as I understand the matter a Down East specialty, with much argument over what constitutes the One True Crab Cake Formula. (We do have lots of seafood restaurants, and some of them purport to offer crab cakes, but I have not had occasion to try such.)