lunch a la Mindy

I wanna be like one of my heroes. Here’s a recent Mindy meal:

Grilled panini with chicken, havarti, avocado, garlic aioli and garlic lemonnaise (done on the Foreman grill — it’s good for something!)
Baked Portobello mushroom caps topped with Alouette and bread crumbs (even better the second time with prosciutto added)
Mozzarella boccanchini and tomato salad with marinade
Selection of marinated olives
Mango and papaya slices wrapped in thinly sliced prosciutto
Fresh strawberries
Spinach, arugala, and sliced strawberry salad with vinaigrette
Mimosas
Chocolate on chocolate layer cake (for Logan’s early birthday celebration with my folks)

Here was my lunch today:

Turkey slices on Wonder “white wheat” bread with Miracle whip and sliced “american” cheese (Albertson’s brand)
Peanut butter (Jif, cuz I’m a choosy mother) and strawberry jelly on the same kind of wonder bread.
A glass of wine (it says “burgundy” on the label but probably should just say “red.” I bought four litres for about $8, but it comes in a glass jug and has a screw on cap)
Little Debbie oatmeal creme cake. Bought a box at the dollar store for lunch snacks. There’s one left. Oops.
All while watching “Racing Stripes” and laughing at David Spade while the kids go “was that funny, dad?”

The kids ate popcorn.

They know me well

I’m taking a break from watching my 7 y.o. play “Sly Cooper” and watching the baby dance as she tries to imitate the hero on the screen as he jumps, bounces, trounces, skips, and hops. It was pretty funny.

For my break I came in the office to add a movie to my Netflix queue. I’m always thinking of new movies to add (there’s something around 150 on my list already) and if I don’t do it while I’m thinking about it, well, you know how that goes.

Um, what was I saying again? Oh yeah, I came to the office for a minute.

My baby came in and handed me my wine glass. Okay, “glass” in that it holds liquid. It’s a kids cup from Olive Garden from three years ago (Ollie is looking pretty faint after so many trips through the dishwasher) and you don’t want to drink from the side that the dog chewed on – that’s the dribble side.

Yeah, I’m a classy guy. And I have a two year old cocktail waitress. With an attitude.