How Would You Like Your Boutonniere Cooked?

After a wacky work day yesterday I wanted just two things: food and peace and quiet. Okay, that's three, but you know what I mean. Customers were arriving to pick up arrangements that weren't done yet because they were in the Saturday box. Young boys in tuxedos were picking up prom corsages but sorry , could you redo that bow to match my tie? Or, sorry, I know my mother ordered a berry boutonniere , but may I have a white rose instead?

Confusion makes me hungry. After a quick stop at Whole Foods, we grilled. Well, German girl grilled and I took a bath. Then I lightly poached some asparagus and coated it with olive oil, salt and pepper. It hit the grill along with a skirt steak and then a couple of pieces of bread rubbed with olive oil and garlic. When the asparagus was done I sprinkled it with my favorite French goat feta. A simple salad of greens with a vinaigrette and contentment reigned.

The dogs got a few bites of beef and then we all took a long walk and went to bed. No nightmares. No regrets. Another prom today, must eat good breakfast.