Matthew and I grabbed two iced lowfat decaf lattes from the drive-thru Starbucks on San Pablo Avenue in El Cerrito this afternoon. They were pretty good. Pretty good up until Matthew’s defective plastic cup collapsed and sent drink and ice cubes south. We drove home wet with a lake of milk and coffee in the change cup between us. Since Matt couldn’t reach the whole spill during clean-up, I’m sure this will be a gift that will keep on giving. I’m thankful there was no sugar involved.
This is what I have planned for V-day this year: surf & turf. I’m not sure how I’ll prepare the lobster tails — most likely some sauté pan action and then butter and lemon. The oh-so-flavorful ribeyes will be done in a grill pan. Salt and pepper. That’s it. I can’t haul out the Weber so the grill pan will have to do. Add twice-baked spuds and some spring mix and we’re there. Hope he likes the iPod. Hope he doesn’t look at the website today. Hope his coworkers do and laugh their asses off. Oh, one more thing: please don’t rag on me about the feedlot beef. My back is still bothering me and one-stop shopping at Costco was, to quote an excellent episode of The Twilight Zone, “what was needed.”