The White Meal

Normally, I like a plate of colorful food--it just looks more appetizing. Things began to fall apart yesterday when the market had no Brussells sprouts. I found fresh looking caulifower, and tonight when I was putting the meal together-eeek! Pork roast, cauliflower, mashed potatoes, and applesauce. It was all tan and white. I added some paprika to the buttered breadcrumbs on the cauliflower, but it didn't help. Should have at least chopped up parsley and sprinkled it uber alles.

The first white meal I encountered was when we first moved to Boston and the "boss" invited us to dinner. Although it was a weeknight (clue 1) we dressed up a bit. The host and hostess had dressed down. (clue 2). When we went into the dining room for dinner, the steam iron was on the floor under the window. (clue 3). The meal was white, and tasted O.K., but had that sterile look. The boss and his wife didn't like us, even before we arrived here. It was a clannish company, and closed down shortly thereafter. No one made an effort to get to know us, and the cold shoulder was omnipresent.

The first company party we attended, all the women got up and danced to Alley Cat. I had never been to a party where the women got up and danced.

We had other friends whose idea of a company dinner was boiled fish, boiled potatoes and cauliflower. White as the driven snow. Later, I read that someone in NY was famous for his/her "white dinners."

Give thanks for parsley and paprika and the odd cherry tomato garnish.

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