Poor Walter. It seems that whenever he goes out of town, I go totally cooking mad. Take last year for example. He was working in Atlanta on a production job while I was still living in Los Angeles. I was finishing up culinary school at the time and had a month of finals to prepare for, which meant practicing new recipes almost daily.
My roommates were lucky enough to be on the receiving end of all of those culinary delights. Unfortunately for Walt, he had to resort to commenting on mere pictures of Chicken Fricassee, Steak Dianne, and Sole a la Meuniere, with promises to make them again in our future. (I know it sounds like torture, but I had to make him realize what he was missing.)
Now we're living pretty much in reverse. Walt is in Los Angeles working on a Lowe's commercial, and Goose and I are holding down the fort in Atlanta. While I've been enjoying Chocolate Chip Cookies and Ham and Linguine Casserole, Walt has been subsisting on craft services, fast food, and takeout. (Now he better know what he what he is missing!)
I'm headed out to Tinsel Town on Sunday to catch up with old friends, and perhaps I'll grab a baked hand crab roll at Katsuya if I'm lucky. (Okay, okay, I'm really just going for the food. My friends are just a sorry excuse for sushi.) Oh, and did I mention it is a crisp 72 degrees? Please don't be jealous.
In the meantime, I'll just wrap my blanket tighter and have another bowl of these delicious meatballs. As for Walt, I just emailed him a picture -- and a promise to make them again in the future. Yep, poor guy.