Reuben Day Again!

Hick has not been bringing home a monthly menu from the Senior Center for the past couple months. Now that he's "working" there, maybe he will have lunch more often, and remember to bring one. Though I think there's probably another reason that we all realize will lead to him eating lunch there more often...

Anyhoo... on Monday Hick revealed that Tuesday would be REUBEN DAY! He said he'd bring me one for supper. That it would be easier without a certain person answering the phone. Indeed, Hick DID bring me my precious Reuben.

"Ooh! That looks good! How did you know they were having it?"

"I checked on my phone for the menu."

"Bring a menu home so I can see if I want something else. That salad looks good, but I could do without the beets."

"Oh. You don't like beets?"

"I'm pretty sure we went over this before. MORE THAN ONCE! I've never liked beats."

"I'll try to remember next time to tell them to leave out the beets."

When I looked in the dessert box, Hick was not home. I was mystified.

That is not what I would describe as appetizing. I gave it a sniff. It smelled sweet. Kind of like buttercream icing. But that's not cake. I don't know what the liquid is seeping out. When Hick got home again, I asked.

"I don't know what it was called, but it was good."

"You're getting it. I just wanted to know what it's supposed to be."

"It's cream cheese and grapes."

"Are you sure? It looks more like Cool Whip."

"It might be Miracle Whip and grapes."

"NO! Miracle Whip is just mayo with sugar in it. I said COOL Whip. But there's some other chunks in there besides grapes. I can see nuts and something else."

"My phone says the menu was Grilled Reuben, Chef Salad, Beets, Grapes in a Cloud."

Hick ate it like it was good. I enjoyed the salad, though I used my own blue cheese dressing on it, not the little packet. The Reuben was great. Heated in the oven, the bread toasted up nicely.

Hick was thrilled on Wednesday when he had meat loaf. 

"They give us all three pieces! The mayor was there having lunch, and wanted to meet me since I started working there. So the gal took me over and introduced me. The mayor said she'd been hearing a lot of good things about me, and to let her know if there's anything she can do for me. So I told her the yard needs mowed, and I think the city should do it. And that there's still a limb in the back parking lot that needs cleaned up. And that I have a whole page list of things I want to talk about at our meeting."

"Oh, no! You shouldn't have told her all that now."

"Well. She asked. So I told her."

"Heh, heh! You might get fired now!"

"I don't think so. But if I'm going to do this job, I'm going to do it right. It seems like it hasn't been done right. I guess that guy was just not able to do some of the stuff."

I wonder if that guy could have remembered that his wife never liked beets...