Better yet, where in the world is Diane?
As I’ve mentioned earlier, re-doing the kitchen has not been enough to amuse me so I tore apart a sofa with the intent of reupholstering it. I’ve stripped off most of the fabric but want to leave one side intact so I can remember how it all goes back together. Right now, it’s a good conversation piece if not suitable for use. So I’ve been on a quest to find new fabric which led me to Freddie Farkel’s in Watertown, MA. Freddie Farkel’s (real name) is a discount decorator fabric store and I was going to find it.
I know Freddie’s is in Watertown because that’s what the website says. And I know where Watertown is (right outside Boston) because I used to live there 35 years ago. I really shouldn’t have gone bragging on someone’s post about my great sense of direction because I think that got St. Christopher all upset, maybe even St. Anthony. No, I do not have GPS but I did set out yesterday with my printed directions from Mapquest that said it would take me 46 minutes to get there. I was pretty sure once I got to the Watertown Square I’d be get my bearings.
So… who changed up Watertown Square on me? And see that jagged arrow that says “go right”? Notice a few ‘rights”?
This being Boston, of course there’s no signs. I knew I didn’t wanted the rightest of rights, didn’t think I wanted the next of the rights… and being in the wrong lane anyway I had to go straight. Around here you do not ever sit in the middle of an intersection trying to figure out which way to go.
And that’s how I ended up going past Harvard…oops, that would be in Cambridge. Used to work there, need to go west. Oh cripes, now I’m in Arlington, used to live there too, need to go south. Oh here I am going past Mt. Auburn Hospital in Cambridge again, maybe I could stop by & get my blood pressure checked. Well, Brighton’s always a nice place to visit. Okay, already used up way more than my allotted 46 minutes! Few more loops around visiting neighborhoods that I never want to go back to, when I saw the name of the street I was looking for. I was hoping I was at least in the right town and sure enough, there it was FREDDIE FREAKIN’ FARKEL!!! Wrong side of the road since I came in the back way but I didn’t care. As GPS lady would have told me “you have reached your destination”.
Excellent place too. Absolutely every possible decorator fabric you could ask for and very helpful sales people. So helpful that one woman was pulling samples for me to take home saying “take these & just bring them back in a few days”. “NO! You don’t understand I can’t come back here, I don’t even know how I got here, please don’t make me take samples”. The nice Farkel lady gently took me over to the section of samples that they had in stock and I hit on the one that was just right. Yeah… no yeah? wha???? It’s not in stock? You have to order it? Oh please, oh please do not make me come back here. After all my road time, plus almost 2 hours in the store perusing, I was hungry, thirsty, tired, defeated but I agreed to have them order the 20 yards I need rather than go back through any more samples. So I guess I will maybe borrow my daughter’s GPS, ask my husband to drive me back, OR now that I kinda, sorta know where I’m going, I could maybe go back all by myself.
So what does all this have to do with recipes? Well after that adventure, the last thing I wanted to do was cook a meal so I was ever so thankful for a great gift I had received (before my grill broke), delivered to my house:
Dinner all ready and waiting to go on the grill (now fixed btw). What you see are 5 oz. Omaha tenderloin steaks and potatoes au gratin. These steaks have a registration number and unconditional guarantee signed by Mr. Omaha Steak himself, Fred Simon. Believe me, the steaks which were wrapped in bacon were fantastic and the potatoes light and delicious. Now, since Memorial Day is this weekend which means Father’s Day is just around the corner I thought I’d also tip you to this great idea for Dad’s gift. You can order on line and it’s delivered to your (or the lucky recipient’s) door packaged in dry ice.