Friday started much like all the others, with household chores. If I focus, I can clean the important parts of the house (bathrooms, kitchen, living room) in two hours... it took much longer and was done in bits and bobs. Still, by noon, I had a as-clean-as-I'm-going-to-get house and the rest of the day to myself. This allowed for a nice lunch (leftover pizza - I said nice, not healthy) nap before heading over to Jeff's for a swim.
While the guys worked on a problem (Jeff struggles with computers), I swam laps and by the time they joined me, I was ready to just float and listen to Jeff's tales of his latest Costa Rica trip. He was less than satisfied and both he and Barb had a real trouble with the guide. After splashing around for a bit, we got out, had drinks and the cheese (brie and some Maytag blue cheese we brought down the hill and then went over to Garlic Brothers for dinner.
The food was fine, the guys ordered soup and salad, which came out with our entrees. When I said something to the waitress, she snapped, "You didn't say you wanted it before!" I was a little dumbfounded... I've always been served soup and salad first, followed by the entrée. Anyhow, TBG had garlic steak, Jeff had shrimp and pasta and I had pasta primavera. It was all very good. We ordered a rat ears (a round waffle cone patty cut in half - the ears - and the body is made up of whipped cream, with maraschino eyes and a stem for the tail). It's always tasty, but apparently she forgot to pick it up when it was ready (we waited longer for that than our entrees) because she served us a plate of deflated whipped cream). It still tasted good, but...
Saving the day, while TBG was getting the car, Jeff and I met a charming blond kitty who had a love for garlic steak. He got most of TBG's leftover entrée. Afterwards, we headed back to Jeff's and strung the paper lantern lights up in his oleander trees and lazed on the lounge chairs until it was time for bed.
Saturday dawned hot and full of promise. We headed back over to the Marina for breakfast at Bob's - it's located right beside Garlic Bros. They have a sweet little tabby, who is addicted to bacon. Neither of us had any and when TBG offered her ham, he was politely refused. We ate outside and talked about next summer's cruise to Alaska. Afterwards, we headed to the stores for groceries - Podesto's for meat, Trader Joe's for produce and fruit and Safeway for everything else. We also stopped at BevMo to see if they carried a particular kind of root beer. Sadly they didn't. We came home, put stuff away and closed up the house against the heat. I went upstairs and dozed a bit until TBG and the cats woke me back up. While he slept, I fiddled about on the computer. He woke up in time for lunch (some leftover pasta and marinara and Jeff's salad) and watched a cooking show and then a special on Tom Lerher. Man, that guy's a hoot. The rest of the afternoon was spent relaxing until we had to dress to go to Barb's for dinner.
She and Jeff decided to throw us a Costa Rican dinner which was odd because Barb wasn't fond of the food at all, but it was nice to hear what she had to say about the trip. I listened, wondering if she and Jeff were even on the same tour. Where Jeff was honest and spoke about his frustrations and concerns, Barb painted the trip as fabulous. She had no trouble with the guide and loved everything they saw (not according to Jeff). It was as if she refused to say a bad word against OATS. I can understand brand loyalty and all, but this seemed extreme.
Anyhow we started with the national drink - the guaro sour. The alcohol has as much taste as vodka and this drink is muddle limes, simple syrup, ice and guaro. It was tasty, unless you let it sit too long, then it gets bitter. Barb also served pupusas (from Wikipedia: Pupusa is thick cornmeal flatbread from El Salvador, similar to the Venezuelan arepa. It is usually stuffed with one or more ingredients. These may include cheese, chicharrón, squash, or refried beans). They stopped briefly in El Salvador on the trip, so included this. This one had potatoes and chicken. It reminded me of a tamale). Then we followed with: ceviche, rotisserie chicken (apparently a very popular street food), rice, beans and coleslaw and a Spanish wine. Dessert was pineapple with ice cream, whipped cream, and these dark chocolate 'berries.' Another night of waddling home.
Today, well, it, too, promises to be full of good eats, at least for me. I am meeting Barb V, our cat sitter, at Dave Wong's for a late lunch, while TBG, Barb and Jeff head over to Delta to see Pippin. I'm sure we will all have a nice, if different, afternoon. How can it already be Sunday?