SoCS: Reservation

The last time we had dinner reservations was when we went to the Brazilian steakhouse, Chima’s, for our wedding anniversary. That is my favorite place to eat, ever.

If you’ve never been to a Brazilian steakhouse — or rodizio — before, it’s one of those all-you-can-eat places that brings grilled meat directly to your table. They bring around a dozen different cuts of meat, including ribeye, filet, flank steak, and picanha. Picanha is more tender and flavorful than even the best filet, so it is by far my favorite cut. I originally thought the wagyu beef we had a couple years ago was the best steak ever, but the picanha blows it out of the water. The cajun ribeye at the steakhouse was my second favorite.

That’s the picanha. I’m salivating right now.

They also bring around grilled pineapple that has been coated in cinnamon. The first couple of times I went there, I wouldn’t try it, as I like my pineapple unheated, plus I wanted to save room for meat, but the third time, it smelled too damn good to pass up. Y’all, that stuff was heavenly. I probably won’t be able to make it as good as they do, but I’m definitely going to try to grill some pineapple this summer. I could’ve eaten a plateful of that, and that’s saying something, as I’m the weirdo who sits there and doesn’t eat anything other than meat at this place. (Yep, they have a huge buffet full of stuff, but I’m like, “This place is expensive, no point in filling up on salad when I can fill up on steak.”)

Knowing how good grilled pineapple is, it almost makes me wonder if those people who like pineapple on their pizza are on the something. Heated pineapple is one thing, but could I do heated pineapple plus cheese, sauce, and bread? Hmm.

All this talk of food is making me hungry. My husband is going to grill out tonight — chicken and shrimp. I offered to take him out for Father’s Day (we always do the day before the avoid the crowd), but he said he’d rather cook himself. I told him I’d cook something tomorrow, then, but he won’t tell me what he wants. “I don’t want anything. No gifts. No cake. No meal.” Gah. I bought him a bottle of Glen Livet whiskey, which he developed a taste for when we went on our cruise in December, and he didn’t say “no” to that.

Happy weekend, everyone.

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SoCS: Diapers

This is my first time participating in Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. The prompt for today was “start with a noun.” Hopefully I did this right.

Diapers will soon be a thing of the past in my household. For the past 10 years and 4 months, we’ve bought diapers almost every single week. At first it was the cute little newborn diapers that have a U-cut in them to fall under the umbilical cord, and then regular diapers, and then Little Movers diapers for when the babies start crawling, and then Pull-Ups. And nighttime Pull-Ups. That’s a lot of diapers. And a lot of waste. If I were to do it over, I think I’d go with the reusable cloth diapers. Not only would it reduce the waste, it’d be a heck of a lot cheaper.

We’ve spent at least $500 per year on diapers. More after Baby Girl was born, as Little Man has to wear a Pull-Up at night because of his issues. That’s over $5000 since the kids were born spent on diapers. Plus a little extra for wipes, but I doubt it has hit the thousand-dollar point. That $5000 is half of what we paid for the used car we got after Little Man was born (we traded in the new CR-V I purchased a year earlier for something cheaper and bigger). And you know what? That car — a 2005 Freestyle — is still running. Knock on wood. Knock on all the wood. My husband uses it to take the kids around and to drive to work, although we mostly use my car.

His car is super gross, though. Like, I will not ride in it. They eat in the car, spill, never clean anything up, he rarely vacuums it. It should probably be condemned. I had to get something out of his car last week for Baby Girl and I was just horrified. I couldn’t even identify what some of the crumbs and spills were. I’ll never understand why anyone would keep their car in that condition. I mean, I know cars get messy with little kids, but jeez, take 15 minutes and wipe it down/vacuum. Not that my car is perfect — there are some crumbs and toys — but it’s not like that.

I remember when I was teaching, I had to go to another school with my “mentor” (and I put mentor in quotes because she never really mentored me), and she said I could ride with her. That was fine by me since I didn’t know where we were going, but I instantly regretted that decision the second I got in her car. Like my husband’s, it was filthy. There was an odor. I remember clutching my bag to my chest and trying not to freak out and have a panic attack while attempting to keep a normal look on my face. Easier said than done.

And with all that talk about mess, it’s time for me to wrap this up and tackle some of the clutter in my house. I’ve been on a “reduce” kick lately, and I just want to get rid of everything. I can’t think straight with all the clutter. And it’s not just in my work space, but just knowing that there’s clutter on the porch or in the kids’ rooms bothers me. We have way too much crap in this house. I’ve got a pile in the living room now to donate to the local Christian Services resale shop. I do this purge things twice per year…I don’t even want to think about how much money we’ve spent on stuff over the years only for it to be barely used and get donated. More than $5000 for sure. We’ve done much better about that in 2018, though, so that’s a start!