Friday night, Lizard and I went out to one of the restaurants in our neighbourhood (we live in a very posh neighborhood, on an un-posh street). The prices were high, but not excessiuvely so. We could afford to eat there maybe once a month. The food was great, of course. They were pushing sangria as a beverage instead of wine, so I had that; there was far too much melon in it for my not-melon-liking self. I had halibut with mango salsa and cous cous. It was pretty much what you'd expect from the description, and it was tasty. After dinner, we went to the independant ice cream store around the corner, and got yummy ice cream. On the way home, a wasp or hornet lit upon my hand, and I twitched to get it off, and hurled my ice cream at the ground. I picked it up, removed the parts that had touched the ground, and ran home, holding the shattered cone together until I could get it into a bowl.
Saturday night, we made cous cous with dried fruit and nuts, with vegetable stock. Ours was tastier than the restaurants had been, though I think I put oo many dried apricots into it. With that, we tried to make shish kebabs; we bought premade chicken kebabs from the grocery store, and made our own veggie ones with yellow squash, zucchini, green peppers, and mushrooms. Since our balcony BBQ is a) illegal (you can't barbeque on a balcony here), and b) potentially unsafe (it came with the appartment, and the igniter doesn't work. Every time it wooshes when I light it, Liz nearly has a heart attack.), we tried using our indoor electric grill. It put grill marks on the food, but didn't really cook it, so we had to toss the stuff into the oven. It was edible, but didn't quite work out.
Tonight, we had pepper steak, salad, and gnocchi with fresh basil/organo/garlic /olive oil dressing. The gnocchi were so good! I love have an herb garden on the balcony; it's so nice being able to go and grab a fistful of sharp, peppery basil to throw into our food. There are several tiny jalapenos out there promising to make me happy later this summer.