This is the follow-up to the previous post. For them who can’t be bothered to go back and read it, the meal below is called a Super Loco and consists of two eggs atop a hamburger pattie atop a bed of rice smothered in brown gravy served with a side of macaroni-potato salad, two sliced of fried Spam, and two pieces of Portuguese Sausage. That particular meal was purchased and eaten at Cafe 100, in Hilo.
Here’s what I said about out Thanksgiving meal plans:
“We are recreating the Super Loco. The rice is already cooked, we have the Spam (thanks, Costco), we opted to skip the Portuguese sausage but we’ve added mashed potatoes (thanks, Costco), we have the Mac Potato Salad (thanks, Costco), we have lean hamburger (thanks, Costco) for the hamburger patties, we have eggs (thanks, Costco), and we have brown gravy (thanks, Costco). “
Now, before I proceed, please understand that while we are thankful for a lot in our lives, we are not ardent celebrants of Thanksgiving. For me, it’s mostly an excuse to eat more than the unbelievable amounts I normally eat during any given day.
Also, we are still renting the condo and hence we lack the fineries we would normally bring to bear on such an occasion. Meaning, our setting is fairly simple and functional . . . this is not so much a celebration of a holiday as a setting geared toward eating as much as possible without getting sick.
By the way, for breakfast, I went with THIS, except I used actual bacon as opposed to Canadian bacon . . . I’m a patriot, you see.
So, here’s the setting . . .
The assembly process begins . . .
. . . and completes.
There was a flurry of fork movement and . . .
I have to admit that this was pretty close to the limit of what I can eat. Unless, of course, we are talking about pasta. I’ve never hit a limit to how much pasta I can eat. Melisa usually just grabs the pasta bowl and runs from the table while I’m busy eating from my third or fourth helping.
Melisa made a coffee ice cream pie for dessert, and we have whipping cream (thanks, Costco) for the topping which is then sprinkled with bits of macadamia nuts. For them keeping track, that’s an Oreo pie crust filled with coffee ice cream.
Notice that one of those pieces is larger than the other . . . that would be my piece. The first of two helpings.
So, that was my Thanksgiving meal. Pretty good meal, if I say so myself . . . and I might have to as I’m unlikely to read many approving comments.
One last thing . . . if you look back to the first photo of the spread, you might notice a bowl with some multicolored stuff in it, some of it green. That would be Melisa’s meal. Yes, she nibbled on a bit of the good stuff, but not enough to qualify even as a morsel. Poor, misguided girl.
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