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The Weekly Newsletter |
Menus and Stories for March 22-27, 2004
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| A look into our Front Case |
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A salad Haiku:
Oh look at this salad.
Full of bright colored vegetables.
Can we please eat now?
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What's in this issue: |
1. An explanation.
2. Dinners to go for the month
3. Casserole of the Week
4. A Note from Laurey |
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| An Explanation |
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| Sorry to be so late with getting this out. I've been on vacation. It is a good story (I think) so scoot down to the "Note From Laurey" to read more... |
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The nightly dinners for the week |
We make dinners to go Monday through Friday each week. Give us a call by late morning or early afternoon and we'll fix up a dinner (or 2 or 4 or 12), will make you a salad, and will toss in our selected bread of the day.
Then all you need to do is come by between 4:30 and 6:00 to pick up your just-made dinner in its own microwaveable container. Easy enough? We hope so!
Monday March 22 Chicken Marsala with Mushrooms 10.00 **
Tuesday March 23 BBQ Ribs and Honey-glazed Sweet Potatoes 10.50
Wednesday March 24 Chicken Scaloppini with Capers 10.00 **
Thursday March 25 Roast Pork with Carrots and Braised Red Cabbage 11.00 **
Friday March 26 Blackened Snapper and Wild Rice 12.00
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Dinners to go for the whole month |
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| The Casserole of the Week |
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Oops! I'm late, I know.
This week's casserole is a Salmon and Wild Rice “Pie." Order a Full pan for 49.50 or
a Half for 24.75.
Call before noon on Wednesday and we'll fix you up with a to-go version which can be picked up between 4:30 and 6:00 on Wednesday (tomorrow)
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A Note from Laurey |
I just got back from a jaunt to The British Virgin Islands. Zounds, it was nice! Warm, soft sea air; bathing in salt water; snorkeling; some pretty thrilling sailing; and, well, an all-around fun time with some friends from the northern lands. It was my second trip with them and we all had a good time.
On the way home, Sunday, I was happily settled into my seat on the plane, headed home in time to have a full day of recuperation before getting back to work. I was buried in a book, comfortable, happy enough to be heading home, when I heard a fuss going on across the aisle. A passenger was complaining about his seat and was demanding to be re-seated. Well, if you have ever come home from the Caribbean on a Sunday during Cruise Season, you know that there ARE no extra seats. An announcement came over the intercom, pleading for a volunteer to get off the plane. I heard the usual offer of a free plane ticket and didn’t much pay attention to the rest. But, I thought to myself, what the heck? Why not? I had the day off on Monday anyway, right? I raised my hand, volunteering to get off.
The plane’s passengers erupted into applause, I got off, the grump took my now-vacant seat, and the airline folks and I stood and watched the passenger walkway move away from the plane.
“You’re going to have a GREAT time!” the airline representative chirped. “We’re going to put you up in a First Class Hotel in the middle of the historic district of Old San Juan. You’ll get dinner, breakfast, and lunch; taxis to and from the hotel; seating in the 1st Class section of the plane on your flight tomorrow AND a free ticket anywhere you want to go sometime in the next year.”
I had imagined I would just go to the hotel and read but she was right! They did indeed put me up in a lovely, elegant small hotel in the midst of the old district. I put my boat bag in the room (no luggage as it had gone on to Asheville without me) and went out to explore. I wandered toward music, following cobble stoned alleys and narrow steps down to the water’s edge where a show was getting ready to begin. I hiked myself up onto an old stone wall and sat, mesmerized by a troop of young dancers who danced the history of the island in bright colored dresses and spiffy looking white trousers. EVERYONE was dancing along. Grandfathers and grandmothers Rumbaed and Salsaed with unconscious pleasure. Mothers took babies out of strollers and swung them around to the beat. Vendors sold just-made pastries filled with creamy drizzles of sweetness. Lights, strung in trees, twinkled. I could not believe my good fortune!
I wandered back to the hotel and wandered into the café, sat on a bar stool, had a beer and ate some dazzlingly fresh Sushi before strolling back to my room where I took a shower, used up all the little bottles of all the stuff, put on their fancy robe and drifted off to a deep and lovely sleep.
Yesterday morning I got up, ate a fantastic breakfast of truly spectacular fresh fruit, had some excellent coffee and read the paper, catching up on all the Puerto Rican gossip. I then spent the next three hours wandering around the old city, following paths to the water, watching ships, surfers, cats, strollers, runners. I climbed up to the lawn of the fort and watched fathers and mothers teaching their children how to fly kites, which everyone was doing! Finally I went back to the hotel, washed my face, checked out, caught a cab, got my boarding pass, tucked myself into my first class seat, and read all the way home.
This, my friends, is the way to end a vacation!
(But I’m still glad to be home.)
Cheers,
Laurey
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Contact Info: |
Laurey's Catering and Gourmet to Go
67 Biltmore Avenue
Asheville, NC 28801
828-252-1500
Laurey Masterton, Proprietor |
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