Brinner and mutual footrubs...

So, remember yesterday when I was writing about how we're "expanding" and needed to get in shape and all that crap? Well, I'm sure many of you have no idea just how serious our food obsession is. This is why we cannot seem to stop eating.. our dinner yesterday:

N. and I had a little spat over IM yesterday and I decided that my peace offering would be to make Brinner (that's breakfast for dinner for those of you that obviously aren't cool enough to know that :-P). Little did I know that N. had a little peace offering of her own... a 6 pack of Honey Moon (a summer ale by Blue Moon which is the only beer I drink..except for Corona's when I have no other choice). Did I mention, that I made a vow to myself to limit my alcohol intake to weekends only?

Well, i did.

That sure as heck is out the window now that I have a 6 pack of my favorite beer in front of me. Sigh.

OK, back to Brinner. I told you before how I feel about pancakes... more importantly how I feel about BANANAS and CHOCOLATE CHIPS in pancakes. So I whipped out my Barefoot Contessa cookbook (absolutely adore Ina Garten, Martha Stewart wishes she could be that cool), and found a recipe for Banana Sour Cream Pancakes. I halved the recipe and added mini chocolate chips (with the diced bananas at the end). These pancakes are orgasmic. She uses a little lemon zest in the batter and they puff up to an almost sponge cake-like consistency.

My mouth is watering as I type this.

After I made the pancakes, I felt guilty because this is supposed to be my peace offering to N. So why am I making my favorite breakfast food for dinner? So now I had to make eggs Benedict, of course. I had no English muffins or crusty bread.. whole wheat sliced bread just wasn't going to cut it and the hamburger buns left over from last weeks BBQ was just too mushy. Then I remembered N.'s Texas Toast addiction. She'll slather anything on those babies. So, I grabbed two of those and threw them in the oven. I looked at the time and realized I wasn't going to have enough time to make hollandaise sauce from scratch and attempt to poach eggs (last time I tried that, I went through an entire carton of eggs and just ended up with boiled egg white soup). I took the easy way out. I fried the eggs (I used I Can't Believe It's Not Butter though so cut me some slack!), and I had a packet of instant hollandaise sauce in the pantry (just add water and boil!). I added some fresh herbs from our garden to it (thyme, basil and rosemary) and..

Tada! Banana Sour Cream Chocolate Chip pancakes & Eggs Benedict over Texas Toast with Herb Hollandaise sauce. 

For dinner. 

And beer.

I swear we're going to have to start rolling each other around if we don't cut this crap out. To add insult to injury, after inhaling our heart attack on a plate, all we did for the rest of the night was sit on the couch and watch episodes of Lost (yea, we missed the whole Lost craze and decided to watch it on Netflix instant streaming. We are now Lost addicts. Currently on Season 4) and rub each other's feet. Yes, we lie on opposite ends of the couch and rub each other's feet while we watch TV every night. Don't laugh. We both love to be massaged and we were always trying to find ways to get the other one to owe us massages. 

I made you dessert! You owe me a foot massage! I did your laundry! You owe me a back massage!

Then it became about keeping score. 

Oh well I massaged your feet twice last week. It's my turn!

So this became our solution. Mutual foot rubs. Everyone is even. No one owes anyone. And the best part is that it lasts forever, because if you stop massaging then your pleasure ends too. Hey, don't knock it till you try it. 

I'm making fish and veggies for dinner tonight. And two glasses of water.

-D.