Today we woke up at a regular time to go downtown and have lunch at the irregular hour of 11:00AM. We ended up having lunch in Union Square at The Coffee Shop with Jen's friend, Katherine, who was visiting from London.
After lunch we wandered around the Union Square farmer's market for a while trying to determine what we'd get to make dinner. The problem with farmer's markets are that they are populated largely by farmers. The problem with that is that farmers grow fruits and vegetables and we have an abundance of such items at home in our home. What we needed were the non-produce items to combine with our produce at home and create a normal dinner.
We went to a supermarket in Chelsea where we stocked up on some staples and some items to make dinner tonight.
We found out, upon returning home, that the Yankees game from last night had been rescheduled for tonight. Having already puchased a great deal of food for dinner we debated for a while then decided to skip the game. Besides, I don't think my stomach could deal with a repeat of last night's dinner.
It's worth noting that finding out about the game being rescheduled was no thanks to the Yankees terrible website that has no useful information on it. It was only after doing an exhaustive Google search and calling up a Craigslist post from someone selling tickets.
Dinner was quite easy to make. We purchased some Korma sauce from a local New York Indian food place called Maya Kaimal. I sauteed some onion, pepper, eggplant, zucchini and potato in a little butter and canola oil (my makeshift ghee) then simply added the sauce and simmered. Meanwhile Jen defied all culinary logic and made some rice by adding it to boiling water, not by starting it in cold water and bringing it to a boil like I was specifically trained never to do while in culinary school. The most infuriating part was that it turned out exactly the same.
Jen also made a coriander chutney with cilantro, garlic, jalapeno, sugar, salt and lemon juice. We added a touch of honey and olive oil at the end which rounded it out quite nicely.
We enjoyed the chutney on some store-bought naan bread which Jen heated in a pan. So we didn't do a heck of a lot of cooking from scratch this evening. It was quick, easy and delicious.
The evening is now rounding out quite nicely. Our TiVo inexplicably recorded five new episodes of Psych that we hadn't seen before! Much like our old favorite detective show, Monk, Psych is broadcast at a geriatric-friendly time slot on Friday nights. Most of the advertisements are for things like Rascal Scooters or diabetes medicine. I would estimate that at least 45% of the commercials feature either Wilfred Brimley or Sam Waterston, talking at the camera in front of an alternating solid white background or a sterile-looking bookshelf.
I really don't get it. Psych is a great show and features an incredibly smarmy Gen-Xer in James Roday. Why is it that this show is marketed so heavily to people at least twice our age? It seems like a slam dunk for thirty-somethings.
Regardless of the marketing strategy behind Psych we have just enough left to watch for the remaining 58 minutes until Spore is done downloading.
This could possibly be the best Saturday night ever.