My Oh My
Well . . . that didn’t go well. An oven meal was prepared for our evening meal. I got it done before I left for an eye appointment. Classico brand pasta sauce, pinne pasta, thinly sliced kielbasa, and quartered brussel sprouts with fine shredded cheese on top. It looked like something out of a Taste of Home magazine. The aroma filled the kitchen with “good eating” as the oven did its thing.
As our evening meal was on the table, I took in what was going on with the fellow sitting next to me . . . well, to tell you the truth, it confounded me. What came to my mind was . . . brats have been grilled and enjoyed here on Stauffer Avenue and at picnics by my meal partner. Who peels the eatable casings off of brats? Dennis surely hasn’t. Why would each little round of Kielbasa in this oven dish need to be peeled of a similar casing? I had to advert my eyes as the serving ladle went fishing around the baking dish to avoid accidentally getting a portion of a brussel sprout in with a piece of pasta, and if the slices of Kielbasa could be pushed aside that also happened. It took all I had not to burst out laughing. That would not have been a good thing. That would have been like rubbing a finely cooked brussel sprout into a wound.
From my point of view and from my taste buds, the oven meal was very satisfying. The melding of flavors hit all the marks.
Needless to say the conversation at our supper table was subdued. It is not often that I am speechless. The Home Town Cafe may see Dennis showing up for the next several evening meals as I can tell you the leftovers will be served up.
My oh my!