No work today, after yesterdays fiasco's and a late night in the kitchen, everything was ready for Monday and so everyone had the day off. I was going to enjoy this day and start by sleeping till 10 and enjoying the sites of Houston.
After talking to Linda for a bit we decide the best course of action for our day is the Italian Festival by Melange. It was festival month in Houston, Linda's company had already done several this month and i kept seeing posters for other festivals all month long. The Italian and Greek were this weekend, that i noticed, and the Korean and Jewish were the next week. And there were more and more that all blended together. But we wanted to experience the Italian fest so off we went.
After a brief peruse of the sites and sounds we get into the food. But first a note about festivals, I hate the fact that i cannot just give someone money and they give me something in return. That is how the system works. I shouldn't be forced to wait in line and then give someone money only to be denied by them saying,"Sorry your American currency is no good here. Please search the whole park to find the one both taking your real currency and turns it into tickets. We take tickets in this corner of the world." I don't like this, because then if you don't use all these tickets they will not take them back. Why not, i gave you money for those tickets, give me money and I will give you these crappy tickets back!!
The food, We start off with spaghetti and meatballs, not to shabby but still under satisfying. Then we move on to a wonderful taste treat, baked marinated artichoke hearts with Parmesan cheese and herbed bread crumbs, topped with olive oil and served hot. Oh these were tasty!! Then we move on to the Italian sausage on a stick. More things need to come on sticks in America, its a very efficient and convenient way to eat food on the go. After Sausage on a stick it was desert time. We had Strawberry, and pistachio gellato followed by some great cannolis. We ate our cannolis and watched the dancers dance different Italian dances and sing songs. Then they did something weird, they sang a song called the "Duck song". No It was not the chicken dance, the DJ proclaimed, it was the duck dance and even though they sound similar they are not the same. BS, they were exactly the same dance and song. The duck dance just had more accordion.
We rolled out of the festival and headed back to Lindas house for more magazine reading and TV time. It was a beautiful and relaxing Sunday, and after all that hard work of walking and eating we needed a break.
Tonight we went to Sylvia's Enchilada Kitchen. An unremarkable experience but not to shabby. I had the fish tacos, grilled talapia, avocado, chipotle sour cream, cilantro and slaw. Not the best but not to shabby. Over dinner Linda tells me that they found the key to the car. It was in the car, in the passenger seat, under a box. The reason the car didn't start was because the battery was dead. She failed to mention it had done this before.
Its sleep time, Work again tomorrow. I am very curious to see Melange back to their normal pace and production, you know without the Egyptian.
Stewart
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