(Caveat: I had this beautifully written post, which disappeared in internet ether this morning when I tried to post. I have not been able to replicate its' exquisite rhythm. Alas, this is a drier rendition than the one I wrote quickly for chuckles)
Ash Wednesday is the annual kick off to 40 days of deprivation from Coke (carbonated soda), Cookies and Candy ... note I did not include Cake in my trilogy. In years past, I have used this period to kick habits or at least minimize their presence in my life style. It is also interesting to learn if I have the discipline to pull it off, especially when the family youth do their best to sabotage!
Wednesday evening friends and I decided to haunt Georges Whats Cooking for an after meeting dinner. I am familiar enough with Georges to rarely bother to read the menu as I have found a small collection of foods I like. However, on a meatless day like Ash Wednesday I am forced to read the menu with a fresh eye. After scanning the menu, I found two candidates: Spinach crepes with hollandaise sauce or a grilled tilapia sandwich. As I am dickering in my mind over which to select, I find myself the last to order and impulsively go with the spinach crepes with extra hollandaise sauce on the side.
In my minds eye, the spinach crepes I envision are simple crepes with a Stouffer Spinach Soufflé type filling and some insipid commercial hollandaise sauce sparingly applied. I am really preparing myself for a grump fest over an ill-chosen selection from an untested section of the menu.
My imagination may be vivid and thankfully wrong, as my meal was really terrific. These crepes were no plain Janes; they were a trilogy of freshly made, slightly sweet, eggy batter with chopped fresh spinach in the body of the crepes themselves. Clearly cooked in butter with some areas a pleasant crispness and others a tender softness. Inside was a whisper of cheddar cheese to give it body. The Hollandaise sauce was freshly made and generously offered. I really did not need the side boat of Hollandaise sauce, though I used most of it. By the end of the meal, you could see small droplets of butter separating out from the egg base in the Hollandaise sauce. What a wonderful way to go meatless.
This urban bit of Chowhounding was simply looking at a regular stop from a new angle. Pushing yourself beyond the tried and true.
Some weirdness observed today. On the north bound lanes of the Edens Expressway around milepost 32, there is a very large bouquet of long-stem red and white roses tied with a ribbon on the inside shoulder. Did it fall off a delivery truck on its way to a delivery? I doubt it. Was it a royally peeved person flinging roses during the course of an argument? Or did someone thoughtlessly leave them on the roof of the car and drove off? It has happened with purses and briefcases, why not roses? If only those roses could talk.
Go in peace.
George's What's Cooking?
350 South Waukegan Road
Deerfield, IL 60015