Monday, November 19, 2012.
Back To Thanksgiving. Red Bean Soup.
I wonder if the day will come when I begin association Thanksgiving with poor boy sandwiches, what with the Po-Boy Festival four days before Turkey Day. I'm thinking that way today, and was even considering the idea of having another sandwich.
Mary Ann is in less than the best of moods, facing as she is a fantastic clean-up project. To my mind she spent far too much time bleach-washing the house over the weekend. It would have been better spent trying to get a grip on the piles of stuff everywhere inside. But I don't dare bring that up.
I never have to worry about being fed, though. MA's hunger gets to her before mine does to me. Today, she was ready to eat immediately after I got off the air, and we were off to Zea. This was sooner than I thought we'd return, after the confrontation last time with one of the servers. The manager, however, was completely on our side, and even said he read the Diary entry about the matter. The server, who had already given notice before we had the problem, is now off to other pursuits. I'm glad it wasn't a firing.
I started with a bowl of red bean and rice soup. It has changed since the last time. It seemed fresher and spicier, and had more sausage chunks in it. In fact, it was rather filling. Yet here came a Caesar salad, followed by half of the grilled redfish entree. That was the fillet itself; the other half is a reduced shrimp etouffee poured over the top. Combinations like that do little for me. I asked to have the sauce left off. No, you don't, said Mary Ann, who asked to have the sauce served on the side, and brought to her side of the table, adding something to the small salad out of which she was trying to make a meal. It worked for me, but I wish Zea has another, lighter sauce for this, their only local fish dish.
