Thursday, December 3, 2009

Sick Chef

I imagine that in a real restaurant, on the rare occurrence that a chef calls out sick, the other chefs pick up the slack and still turn out great food.

Not in our house.

Since Sunday, Alex has been taken down by the flu. Don't know if it's H1N1, but if it is, I love the irony of my pork-loving husband getting the swine flu.

Anyway. . . what happens when the food-provider in the family is out of commission? TAKE OUT!

Sunday: Ibby's Falafel. Great Middle Eastern restaurant right around the corner from us. I finally gave in and tried Middle Eastern food. . . and LOVED IT. Tried their lamb shawarma. It's my second time trying shawarma and it's not just for me. But I wanted to try Ibby's to see if theirs was different. Their falafel is to die for. And so is their hummus and ghanoush.

Monday: Pizza. It's what Alex wanted - I swear!

Tuesday: Chicken noodle soup from Wegman's for Alex, sushi from Wegmans for me. Of course this means that I had to go to Wegmans. Don't get me wrong - it's a fantastic grocery store. But I HATE food shopping. I NEVER go. And I had to pick up some supplies because Alex was so sick, he hadn't been shopping. Of course, I forgot the granola bars, apples, and Gatorade - all of which were on the list in my hands. I'm just not good at this kind of thing.

Wednesday: Tandoori chicken with Major Grey's chutney and an apple-side-thingy. Yes, I kinda cooked. In his infinite charity, Alex cleaned and cut up the chicken while I prepared the tandoori coating. And then it happened. As I was grating the Granny Smith apples on the grater, the food gods demanded a sacrifice. The top half of my left index knuckle. According to Alex, his grandmother swore that food always tasted better with a bit of flesh and blood in it (especially her potato latkes).

So that's it. I cooked (kinda), and he ate. There's a first (and last) time for everything.

6 comments:

Tony said...

I hope you realize how good you have it with a husband that does all the cooking. :)

Rob Timko said...

Why have you not tried Shirin Cafe yet on 9 south!! (in the design center plaza)

http://www.shirincafe.com/menu.asp click on the dish for a picture. It's like my third favorite place in NJ!

Us men are...how do I say this....babies when we are sick aren't we?

Ms. Meg said...

Great job, lady!

Stepha said...

Alex isn't a baby at all when he's sick. Not at all. He's just been very, very sick.

Rob Timko said...

You definitely hit the jackpot then! I get the sniffles and I'm incapacitated on the couch whining to Laurie!

Alex said...

I am thankful to say the only time I turned into a grouchy SOB was when I got a wisdom tooth removed...

Unfortunately for Steph, it's feeling like the other three are going to have to come out sooner rather than later...