When will I learn that no matter how much I am infatuated with my new cellphone (well, new to ME, as of July) that for truly mouthwatering food porn -- or heck, even food photos that are correctly exposed -- I need to rely on my trusty 4 year old Canon digital camera?
Witness tonight's cholesterolfest with my friend Sam, whose culinary company will surely cause me to need Lipitor soon, as I cannot for the life of me persuade him to meet for a meal that doesn't make my arteries feel all funny. (We're going to have to Have A Talk about that soon as his restaurant preferences are the antithesis of WW suggestions for healthy eating and I am really trying hard to at least go to restaurants where not every single thing on the menu is deep fried.)
For Pete's sake, even Dallas BBQ has a spinach salad option, but it required some really creative negotiations with the (cute friendly) waiter to order a plain baked potato (which I had been craving all afternoon) as one of my side dishes at RUB BBQ, since oddly enough they offer a stuffed baked potato as an appetizer but no plain baked potato as a side.
So hey, since it was RUB or nothin' tonight (I seem to be held hostage to other people's dining preferences lately -- this is going to have to change) I opted for one of their specials this evening, "the gigantic beef ribs" (yes, that's what it said on the daily menu). Considering the fact that the BONE is as long as my entire forearm, from my inner elbow to my wrist (!!!) this was not mere braggadocio. (Actually, I really felt like Fred Flintstone when I held the bone up and started gnawing on it, since it was considerably wider than my head!)
The photo up top doesn't really give a sense of scale, even though the whole potato looks a bit teeny next to the rib. (But the shot does show all the glistening, fatty goodness of the well-marbled beef.) The photo on the bottom of the post shows how puny the steak knife and fork look next to the meat. (But does not give a good idea of how tasty it actually looked.)
So yes, I came home with probably two more meals of beef in my future (I still have 8 oz. in the fridge!) along with the vinegar-based cole slaw and am trying to figure out if I (or my mom) can use the rib bone for beef stock or something. heh.
As a minor attempt to feel like I had not swallowed an anvil for dinner (it was delicious but not exactly light fare) I hopped out of the subway at Columbus Circle and walked for 25 minutes (carrying my beef bone and slab of rib meat). It was in no way going to work off the dinner, but it salved my conscience just a teensy bit.
And now, it is once again, way, WAY too late. I need to go to bed. Ciao!
Witness tonight's cholesterolfest with my friend Sam, whose culinary company will surely cause me to need Lipitor soon, as I cannot for the life of me persuade him to meet for a meal that doesn't make my arteries feel all funny. (We're going to have to Have A Talk about that soon as his restaurant preferences are the antithesis of WW suggestions for healthy eating and I am really trying hard to at least go to restaurants where not every single thing on the menu is deep fried.)
For Pete's sake, even Dallas BBQ has a spinach salad option, but it required some really creative negotiations with the (cute friendly) waiter to order a plain baked potato (which I had been craving all afternoon) as one of my side dishes at RUB BBQ, since oddly enough they offer a stuffed baked potato as an appetizer but no plain baked potato as a side.
So hey, since it was RUB or nothin' tonight (I seem to be held hostage to other people's dining preferences lately -- this is going to have to change) I opted for one of their specials this evening, "the gigantic beef ribs" (yes, that's what it said on the daily menu). Considering the fact that the BONE is as long as my entire forearm, from my inner elbow to my wrist (!!!) this was not mere braggadocio. (Actually, I really felt like Fred Flintstone when I held the bone up and started gnawing on it, since it was considerably wider than my head!)
The photo up top doesn't really give a sense of scale, even though the whole potato looks a bit teeny next to the rib. (But the shot does show all the glistening, fatty goodness of the well-marbled beef.) The photo on the bottom of the post shows how puny the steak knife and fork look next to the meat. (But does not give a good idea of how tasty it actually looked.)
So yes, I came home with probably two more meals of beef in my future (I still have 8 oz. in the fridge!) along with the vinegar-based cole slaw and am trying to figure out if I (or my mom) can use the rib bone for beef stock or something. heh.
As a minor attempt to feel like I had not swallowed an anvil for dinner (it was delicious but not exactly light fare) I hopped out of the subway at Columbus Circle and walked for 25 minutes (carrying my beef bone and slab of rib meat). It was in no way going to work off the dinner, but it salved my conscience just a teensy bit.
And now, it is once again, way, WAY too late. I need to go to bed. Ciao!
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