Yep, you read it, I said it.
HETEROGENOUS post-HYSTERECTOMY HAPPENINGS …
I have so much to say and it’s all discombobulated. Furthermore I don’t care … and neither should you! The problem is WHERE to begin.
Let’s start with my anniversary dinner and wine promises. (I made some silly promise I would drink no wine or only one glass … something ridiculously stupid and unachievable on my anniversary like that.) To sum it up, our anniversary was amazing. This is my favorite holiday. Some people like Christmas, others Thanksgiving, some Valentine’s … others Flag day (that was flag not fag). Actually, there is no Fag Day but there is NCOD (National Coming Out Day)— just so you know.
We went to one of my favorite restaurants. I wasn’t very creative; there are A LOT of restaurants from which to chose in my eat-out city but I chose our old stand by.
I chose the place because:
- Healthy food choices
- Excellent wine list
- Close to home
GreatPhenomenal kiss-your-@ss service
- Free dessert with mention of any special occasion
- It’s my go-to place with the hubby
- It’s dimly lit (how romantic!)
I won’t recommend others to come here because if they go and tell me it was “meh” it will break my heart … possibly altering the friendship forever. I’m not joking.
Here’s what we drunked & eated:
- Grilled artichokes (appetizer) with aioli from the mother of goddess
- One blue cheese-olive (4 olives) stuffed-martini each
- Beet, walnut, goat cheese salad (and the goat wasn’t barnyardy!)
- Italian wine (1.5 glasses each!)
- Striped bass topped with spicy shrimp & sautéed spinach with Parmigiano-Reggiano
- Filet mignon (medium rare) & a crab cake with kale pepita salad
- Petits Pots de Crème à l’Orange (on the house Baby!) (see photo below)
I cannot even begin to explain how much I love this restaurant.
Every server we have each time is top f-cking notch! I told myself I was going to have only one drink — a glass of wine to be exact but … it was our anniversary and this restaurant makes killer martinis to die for and wine that cannot not be experienced. I caved and couldn’t resist! I was only going to have one glass of wine, but our server pushed us to split another glass (he didn’t have to push very hard) … twist my arm baby. It had to happen. So, instead of one to two drinks, I had 2.5 special beverages over almost three hours time. Yes, we were there for quite a while and I wasn’t driving home — the man who weighs more and makes more alcohol dyhydrogenase was!
Let’s just say when you don’t drink for quite some time, you become a lightweight again. I felt the buzz … a little too much, but no regrets. Especially worth THE WINE!
Centoneze Frappato anyone?
[Frappto’s] a grape variety that yields beautifully fresh, floral, lighter-style reds, even in the warm climate of Sicily. This is a truly seductive, floral example.
Centonze Frappato 2013 Sicily, Italy
13% alcohol. Succulent, supple, floral nose of red cherries and rose petals. On the palate this shows supple, sweet fruit with red cherries and plums. It’s quite light-bodied, but generously flavored, with a slightly grainy structure. Fresh, supple, pretty and delicious. 91/100.
Per Madeline Puckette, wine geekess extraordinaire:
Ever notice the lack of consideration that dieting has for your wine habit?
How are you supposed to start and maintain a healthy lifestyle if it completely removes a wine lover’s reason to live? Not to worry, there has been overwhelming evidence pointing to wine as a healthy form of booze when consumed in moderation. Here’s how you can stay healthy and still enjoy wine.
The following 7 tips may help you enjoy a healthy diet that includes wine.
Know wine’s calories [yeah, right]
Earn your glass [sure]
Don’t drink before you eat [why?]
Do drink dry red wine [usually, of course]
Don’t drink too late [OK, OK … I know, but what’s the definition of “too late?”]
Do spend more on wine [at least a minimum of $10]
Drink wine away from home [or at home if you don’t want to risk a DWI]
How did I stack up with her 7 tips?
- I didn’t give one rat’s @ss about the calories. Seriously. I wanted Italian wine which reviewed well and that alone was my criteria. Life’s too short to count calories. Plus I’m not so hot at math … and neither are cats.
- Earn your glass. Hell yeah! I’ve been married 8 years and it feels more like 20! I probably earned at least a case of wine that night, but I know my limits (sometimes).
- I drank while I ate … I ate the artichokes with the martini. AND the martini had olives!
- I then drank RED wine with dinner.
- Too late? Nope, we had reservations at 6 pm like old people!
- We spent enough on the wine. Plenty … but not breaking the bank kind of thing … that’s silly. And no, no, no, no, no 2 buck upchuck for me. Gross.
- Yes, we drank away from home — it’s called eating out.
In total, I scored 6 out of 7 on Madeline’s list — that’s about 86% on the money; who said me and a calculator can’t do math! (or maths for all you UK people reading this!)
I celebrated like a queen! We had a great time! The next day I gained some weight, but told myself JUNE is a new month to start over with weight loss, eating healthy and getting fit … and then … MY STUPID TOENAIL. 😦
My Franken Toe
Believe it or not, this great toe looked worse one month ago! This is the improved “healing” version. I sound like a wimp, but whatevs folks … this mother-f-cking toe hurts! Everything I do, my toe says, “Hey, feel me! I hurt! Ow! I need attention. Me! Me! Me!” I’m now limited with my physical activity related to this thing.
Wondering how I got this beauty? I lifted a terra cotta pot at my dad’s house that was disintegrating while taking it to the trash and it fell into multiple, heavy shards directly onto my great toe — that’s not so great now. F-cking A. F-cking O. It hurt so much. It bled more than my heaviest period, I cried for two hours straight and iced it it down with holding pressure. I had to ask my dad for the medication he had from 2014 from his knee surgery just to control the pain. He complied and I felt a wee bit better.
I’m sorry for such an ugly picture when I know I should be posting a picture of a beautiful cat. Here’s my lovely cat so you can clear your mind of that ugly toe.
Handsome Mr. T!
Sooooooooo … my point is … I drank wine because I wanted to celebrate. I can’t work out like I want (need) to because my toe has messed up everything (for a while) and my cats keep my happy and distracted. I’m human. I will continue to be healthy after my hysterectomy. I promise. I’m still eating healthy, but physical exercise is a challenge. It’s amazing how much one toe can effect your life!
I look forward to going back to swimming, but the sign says:
Things don’t always turn out as expected … apparently the Italians have a saying for this:
I’m simply going to go with this. I had fun. I indulged a wee bit too much. Two steps forward one-and-a-half steps back … but hey, life happens. I’ll be back with more success. Please, please I beg of you to wish some good juju healing for my stupid toe!