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by Theresa Garee | Feb 18, 2019 | Blog
I’ll use any excuse for another installment of “What Writers Eat.”
The good folks at Mango, my publisher, (I still love the way that sounds – “My publisher”) need an author photo for my upcoming book, Depression Hates a Moving Target. I rarely like how I look in photos and I’m extra fussy about this particular snap, so today I visited a third photographer.
Since I only wear “full kabuki” makeup or grown-up clothes under duress, and the #onehundredpercentgoodhusband and I hadn’t made dinner plans, I suggested dining out.
Ed already had VASO on his new-restaurant radar so we braved the Dublin death-trap roundabout and took the fourth floor elevator to the roof of the AC Hotel for tapas and a panoramic view to the west and north overlooking downtown Dublin.
We shared res y champinones rostisados (flat iron steak with mushrooms and crispy onions, gambas al ajillo (tiger shrimp, garlic, pimentón oil, and pickled peppers), and judias verdes (green beans with garlic and almonds).
Lava cake sounded tempting, but the tapas were plenty.
All day, the skies had been a typical February-in-Ohio gray, but as the sun began to set, enough clouds cleared to provide a pretty sunset view.
It was just the two of us, and we don’t drink, so the bill was well below the $100 minimum for one of the heated “igloos” on the patio. I added that to my bucket list. I’m sure we can find adventuresome friends to join us for another sunset view.
by Theresa Garee | Jan 15, 2019 | Blog
The upper respiratory infection (aka common cold) that has laid waste to most of central Ohio struck me as well. When I asked the #onehundredpercentgoodhusband to pick up some bone broth at the grocery, he arrived home with this selection.
This is just one of the many reasons I call him the “one hundred percent good husband.” Thanks, Honey. We’re “stocked” for a while. #punintended
by Theresa Garee | Jan 10, 2019 | Blog
Ed, the #onehundredpercentgoodhusband, and I long ago stopped giving each other presents on holidays. Instead, we go to a nice restaurant. Yesterday for his birthday we ate at Houlihan’s, a mid-scale restaurant in Upper Arlington a few miles from where we live.
I may have squealed just a teensy bit when I saw the daily lunch special. MEATLOAF! At heart, I am still a farm girl and meatloaf remains one of my favorite dishes. Theirs version was sublime.
They gladly reduced the portion of mashed potatoes in favor of more garlic green beans. The crispy onions were a pleasant surprise.
Ed ordered the taco plate with the chicken tortilla soup. As is his custom, in the time it took me to take the photo of my food, he inhaled his. Someday I will learn to photograph his food first.
by Theresa Garee | Jan 7, 2019 | Blog
What Writers Eat at Colin’s Coffee
We like to run on Monday mornings, usually three miles. I often run an extra mile, but not today. I was still tired from the weekend and there were only two of us. One regular was in a minor auto accident and was thankfully not hurt, but couldn’t join us. Another regular was recovering from an upper respiratory infection. Others who sometimes run with us were either out of town or back to work after the holidays. Neither of the two of us who showed had much pep. But three miles is three miles. We ran then headed to Colin’s Coffee, our standard post-Monday run hangout.
I had my usual:
Behold the McRoy sandwich on a Block’s everything bagel. That’s a fried egg, bacon, and three kinds of cheese named after Roy, a former Colin’s Coffee employee who has sadly gone on to the great coffeeshop in the sky.
The cup contains a “Sleepy Mudshot,” a coffee beverage the shop owner, Colin Gawel, named. It is decaf coffee with a shot of decaf espresso and a pump of chocolate.
The buff is swag from the 2015 Mercedes Marathon in Birmingham, Alabama. I ran the half. Wearing it reminds me of the remaining states in which I’d like to run half marathons. But for today, three miles will do.
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by Theresa Garee | Dec 20, 2018 | Blog
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it a hundred times more. If hubby didn’t cook, we’d starve. Last night, the #onehundredpercentgoodhusband made pork tenderloin with pomegranate. It was luscious.
He substituted carrots for the sweet potatoes suggested in the photo since I prefer them and they are slightly lower on the glycemic index. It was a delicious feast!
