I was sitting in Ashleigh’s office this morning, feigning interest in her pre-breakfast post-coffee blather, when Co-Production Coordinator David Magee walked in bearing gifts.
As it turns out, I was incorrect in my initial assumption that David, out of the goodness of his heart, had gone out and bought me a present (although there’s still time for that since we won’t wrap this season until late November). The big red box wasn’t from him at all but from the gang at Cookies By George. About a week ago, Robert Cooper sent Carl a tin of cookies for his birthday (accompanied by a touching note that read “You are old”) and I ended up featuring the soft and chewy treats on this blog. Turns out someone at Cookies By George noticed the shout-out and, figuring we’d enjoyed the first batch so much, decided to treat us to a second.
Despite Ashleigh’s insistence that we open the box immediately, I saved them for lunch and shared with everyone. My writing partner Paul was a big fan of the dark chocolate chunk. I was partial to the macaroon chocolate chunk. Ashleigh whined about the fact that she couldn’t find a macadamia chocolate chunk – between mouthfuls of every other flavor.
Anyway, great cookies. Love the soft, chewy texture – perfect for making ice cream sandwiches! http://www.cookiesbygeorge.com/
P.S. Carl wanted to be sure I made mention of his love of beer.
Hey, guess where I ate yesterday? Uh, that’s right. But you’ll never guess who with! Uh, right again. How did you… Oh, the blog entry title. Right. So last night, I hit Cobre with the lovely Lisa from SGU’s fearsome accounting department.
I arrived for our 7:30 p.m. reservation at…you guessed it…7:30 p.m. and took a seat the bar to await her arrival. One bourbon sour later Lisa arrived and we were shown to our table. Since Lisa is a vegetarian, I briefly considered not ordering any of the meat or fish dishes. For about five seconds. Then I ordered the duck, the kurobuta pork duo, and the wild boar belly. Oh, and the buffalo mozzarella salad, Peruvian tacu tacu, and hearts of palm with butter browned corn arepas for her. And me. “Now will that be the duck breast or the duck tacos?”asked the waitress who, I couldn’t help but note wasn’t noting anything herself. At least not on paper. She responded by perfectly reeling back our order.
A terrific meal all around although I over-ordered (and, in one instant, received a dish I didn’t order). Some highlights –
As is my custom, I asked about dessert at the same time I ordered dinner. I was informed there were three dessert choices: a chocolate terrine, a coconut-blueberry cake, churros, and dulce de leche. Later, after we’d finished our mains, I asked our waitress to remind us of the dessert options. She repeated: chocolate terrine, coconut-blueberry cake, and dulce de leche. “Hey, weren’t there four options?”I asked. She assured me there were only three, so we passed on the dulce de leche and had the chocolate terrine and coconut-blueberry cake. And later were reminded that, yes, in fact there WAS a fourth option when the table beside us was served the churros. Damn.
I overate. As did Lisa as evidenced by this morning’s breakfast: some weird cottage cheese and almond butter concoction…
A great meal. And even greater company.
This afternoon, Ashleigh came by and showed off her impressive Executive Producers’ Assistant skills by putting up my Leo Award Certificates for Best Dramatic Series.
Methinks she has a possible future as an interior designer. Anyway, after she was done, she started doing this…
Yeah, I’m not sure what’s going on either but guess correctly and win a prize in the “What the hell is up with Ashleigh?” contest!
Finally, I joined an NFL fantasy league as a way of connecting with the crew and taking their money. The draft is tomorrow at 11:00 a.m. (please, remind me) after which my team will kick ass. Snow Monkeys Rule!!!
Yeah, about that mailbag…