My Good Friday fish dinner was a bust. It seems I didn’t follow the package directions for my fish fillet, and it turned into a limited edition Gorton’s fish brick. The sauce melted off of it, and it shrank to the size of a mutant child’s half deck of playing cards. I ended up eating pesto pasta by itself, and the sauce had spilled over the pot because my burner decided to amp up past heat level eight all the way to Hades’ hot tub temperature, which is somewhere around 15. At least it wasn’t burnt.
Not one of my better dinner attempts. And I still have not tried to nuke popcorn in the microwave.
Having been on a diet for medical reasons, I was really looking forward to breaking the restrictions and enjoying some sweet things. I knew Easter was coming, but my diet started ahead of Lent, so I didn’t feel the need to wait beyond that. Haven’t I suffered enough?
What I did do last week, being the last week of the fasting season, was go on a bit of a dessert bender, ordering some food from online services. Since the minimum quantities to order are sized more for one of those huge families profiled on reality networks like TLC, I shared with friends and neighbors, keeping a couple of pieces for myself. It helps bond the neighborhood, nobody has to put up with my kitchen failures (luckily I just cooked the fish brick for myself), and nobody gains twenty pounds (we each simply gain two).
The service I tried is called Goldbelly, which is known as a curator of regional restaurant foods which are delivered nationwide. It can be a bit pricey, but when you’re transporting food which would normally go a matter of miles by car to homes within a stone’s throw of its origin, to places far-flung across the country, there are fees involved. I started simply with some pastries from a New York bakery, and they arrived well packaged and in a timely manner. The leftovers refrigerated well until they went to grateful homes.
Of course as soon as I have food to give out, everybody goes away somewhere. I can safely say that if this happens to you, your order from Goldbelly will keep until they give up and come home. I know an office manager who has used Goldbelly, and the delivery doesn’t seem to survive the trip past escaping the box for a cell photo for social media, so refrigerating is never his issue.
I also ordered some fudge and some pecan turtles from a place called Chocolate Moonshine, based in Pennsylvania, which I will now forever refer to as fudge crack, because it’s that good. My order was for chocolate cherry bourbon fudge, and it’s divine. All conveniently delivered to my front door in no time flat.
So my stomach will never be flat again.
The great thing about these food orders is that you can space them out to suit special needs or occasions, so trying them out one time and then saving your next order for a milestone makes perfect sense. I figure I’ll order some more fudge soon, in time for some upcoming celebrations.
I’ll add it to an order for some real fish fillets that somebody else has to cook properly first.
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