The Tranquil Weekend is over and the happy chaos is back in the house. Nicholas had a great time at the shore, capped off by falling out of bed in the morning. Ooops! No worries, he’s ok.
I had every intention of being a good wife and making The Husband Osso Bucco for a belated dinner tonight. I found a recipe to use, and went to the grocery store and bought the necessary veal shanks. This afternoon, I went into the kitchen to start dinner, since it takes about 2 hours to cook and put the veal shanks into the pot, all the while thinking about how much I dislike veal. Within just a few minutes, I started getting these horrible shooting stomach pains, enough that I was doubled over and seriously considering a run to the hospital. They lasted about an hour, and luckily went away. I can’t for the life of me figure out where they came from, but during them, was mentally making notes to cancel all my plans for the week if they didn’t dissipate.
We had lunch from Quiznos … I suppose something I had (the sub?) could have upset my stomach, but I’ve never had such sharp pains before. From a psychological standpoint, I wonder if my feelings about veal brought on the whole scenario. I never really knew how veal “came to be” until a few years ago, when a former co-worker “enlightened” me. Now obviously any animal ending up on someone’s dinner plate doesn’t have a happy story, but for some reason, veal affected me differently, and ever since then, I don’t eat it and don’t cook it. Needless to say, Osso Bucco did not end up on our dinner plates tonight. While I was lying down upstairs, The Husband got rid of all the veal evidence and we ended up getting take-out. I’m much better now, but still have slight twinges. Very strange.
We’re celebrating The Husband’s birthday with my family tomorrow, with our big meal at lunch time. I’m in charge of bringing appetizers and dessert. I’m going to go with a traditional Italian Antipasto for appetizer, and as long as I get my act together in the morning, I’m going to make Gooey Butter Cakes for dessert, one of The Husband’s favorites. Shhh, don’t tell.
This being Cat Blogging Weekend, I tried in vain to get my usual cute pictures of Callie or Luke, but Eli and Bella shouted discrimination, pushed the cats aside and posed for their own pictures. Who am I to argue? You can view the rest of the cat round-up over on Clare’s site, Eat Stuff.
It’s going to be a BUSY, BUSY week, so make sure to stick around and see how it unfolds. Until then…