Skipping Dessert … and taking the stairs

This week, I’m making every effort to not get hung-up and post about the same things over and over the way I did last week.  You should be aware, however, that my “making every effort” does not always get us to the preferred destination.  Just sayin’.

With that in mind, however, let us talk about something entirely different.

This past Sunday I discovered that an old occasional haunt of our family, 43rd St. Deli, offers a number of brunch-y offerings that fit my plan to a tee.  I’m pretty sure they didn’t plan it this way – in fact, I’m fairly certain they were just shooting for quick and greasy – but they have a whole page of stuff that worked just fine.  I ordered a three-egg spinach, tomato and provolone omelette. As a side – this is the good part – tucked in a corner of the menu was a note that they offer brown rice with grilled onions and mushrooms.  Score!

Yeah, it was greasy, but it was tasty in a greasy-spoon-y kinda way.  Which I heartily recommend.

Now, Sunday evening was not as wise a choice on my part.  Stubbies and Steins offers an enormous selection of beer, some of which would probably not have been a bad choice.  I had a Guinness.  At least it’s dark.  Really, really dark.  It’s a little like whole-wheat bread, now that I think about it.  I ordered a bratwurst with sauerkraut – both of which are reasonable choices for the most part (in moderation).  The pretzel roll that came with dinner, all of which I ate, was not a good choice.

The point is that there are good choices all around us.  Very few restaurants don’t offer anything that doesn’t work for what I’m doing.  The challenge is making the good choice.

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In other semi-related news, Sprightly Daughters One and Two, always early risers, are old enough now that often on Saturdays they let my Lovely Wife and me actually sleep until 7-ish (yeah, I know, that doesn’t sound late at all – trust me) while they watch a little TV and annoy each other.

This past Saturday when it finally got loud enough for me to get up and find out what was going on … they were at the dining table eating breakfast.  Again, that might not sound like a big deal to you, but that’s a huge deal for us.  A milestone.  They made good food choices, didn’t spill a darn thing, and I couldn’t find anything to yell at them about.

Looking forward to a little more of that.  At least until the day the gallon of milk gets dumped on the kitchen floor.

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