Dessert, Anyway

Last night after a particularly lazy day (I was supposed to fly to Boston for a meeting which got cancelled because of the big snow here, so instead we lay around like bums all day), we went out for a snow walk to at least get outside for a bit, and to pick up a few things for dinner.  Which ended up falling into the "best laid plans" department.

We WERE going to have nice little sauteed filet steaks with shallots and herbs and what-have-you -- steaks which I had defrosted since I want to use them before they get freezer burn -- and I WAS going to make garlic mashed potatoes and broccoli.  WERE and WAS are the operative verbs here, as you can obviously see.  We got home from our brisk icy walk, stomped off on the mat and removed our respective boots, only to  find that our gas had mysteriously gone off and our stove simply had no fire.  No reason for this that we could possibly figure out, after multiple attempts to light the pilot.  So, the landlord's emergency number was called, Con Ed was called, various guys came to our apartment and found that SOMEONE (we still don't know who) had been in the basement and switched off our gas meter, deliberately, sometime between 1:00 (when I heated up some lunch) and 6:00 (when I tried to start cooking dinner).  The nice Con Ed fellows did turn the gas back on and tested everything to make sure we wouldn't blow ourselves up, but by this time I wasn't much in the mood to start cooking. 

So we started calling around for take-out...but our neighborhood sort of shuts down in the snow.  The Indian joint 12 blocks away refused to deliver -- apparently the delivery guys didn't want to ride the bikes in the snow, and were unwavering, despite shameless begging and pleading on my part.  Okay.  The Mexican joint two blocks away didn't answer the phone.  Ditto the Puerto Rican place next door.  In desperation we tried the Mexican-French Fusion restaurant that has just sounded too too strange to even try yet --  but they also had apparently called it a night on account of snow. 

Finally I heated up leftover chili and cornbread for G, ate the chicken and avocado sandwich I was planning for my lunch tomorrow, and then recovered energy and sangfroid enough to make a perfect dessert for a snowy night:

Hot Chocolate with Marshmallows AND Whipped Cream
Crunchy Caramelized Cinnamon Toast

So tonight, thanks to the miracle of fire, I'll make that dinner I didn't make last night. 

Comments

[ZarahMaria]

See I'd probably gone straight for the hot chocolate and cinnamon toast and had that for dinner - but then again, I AM bad!:-)

[Julie]

Yeah, Zarah, it was tempting...but the protein jones cries out as loudly as my sweet tooth does, at least often enough to save me from myself!

[Caroline]

I bet the steaks tasted wonderful, once you had to wait a day for them.