Ever since Hick brought home the new menu for June, I had been looking forward to the July 3rd lunch at the Senior Center. That's a whole month! I was kind of excited, but not quite to the Reuben Sandwich level. I have been mentioning weekly that I wanted that lunch for supper.
BBQ Pork Steaks
Potato Salad
Mac & Cheese
Red, White, Blue Cake OR Fruit
Doesn't that sound good? Hick said he'd make sure to get it ordered, to have it ready for take-out when he was done eating his meal there. In fact, he also ordered one for himself. No cooking for me! He brought the two meals home and put them in FRIG II, still tied up in the white plastic bags with eleventy-billion knots at the top.
As I was getting ready for town, I rescued those meals from their bondage, to see how they looked. Let's just say it was not what I expected.
See what I mean? It also had green beans. Heh, heh! That's not at all what I mean. Perhaps you recall other pictures of Thevictorians feasting on BBQ pork steaks. The Flintstone-sized version. This is about 1/5 the size of a regular pork steak. Not that I expected the Senior Center to serve up such gargantual proportions. I realize that most elderlies (and most normal people) don't feed like Thevictorians at the trough. I was just surprised by the size. It's smaller than a pork chop.
Anyhoo... the sides were generous. The best was the mac & cheese, though I hardly ever eat it, and am used to it being more of a cheddar or Velveeta cheese than whatever white cheese this was. I did not like the potato salad. It was too sweet. What can they put in there to make potato salad sweet? Maybe it was relish. Maybe Miracle Whip. Not a fan. It was typical storebought potato salad. I did manage to finish the entire serving... I did not like the beans. They were wax beans. Again, they had a sweet taste. I even tried some salt, and adding some crispy fried onions on top. Not a fan.
The cake looked good, though it was not red, white, nor blue. Looked like the standard storebought cake. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I don't imagine the cooks at the Senior Center to be up before dawn, wearing puffy white chef hats, making a cake from scratch to feed a hundred or more people. I can't give a description of the taste, because I don't eat the desserts. I give them to Hick.
When Hick looked at the meals, he was also surprised.
"When I got there, I saw them making some hamburgers. So I ordered ours right away, to make sure they didn't run out and give us hamburgers. In fact, they was also cuttin' up pork steaks. Like making smaller portions. I guess they had a lot of call-in orders. We had a different cake. It was white, with colored sprinkles on the icing."
Still, it was a meal I didn't have to cook. The pork steak was nice, after I warmed it in the oven and got a nice glaze on the sauce. I put mine on a bun, with some shredded lettuce, pickle, and onion. I would have it again, but without such anticipation. And next time, I'd give Hick the potato salad and wax beans, as well as the dessert.
We will be doing our own grilling on Sunday, when The Pony comes to join us.