Open Mike Night [Sean]
Apr 4, 2015 4:00:37 GMT -5
Post by Mike Batista on Apr 4, 2015 4:00:37 GMT -5
With all the busyness of the spring, evaluations and recommendations on the kids to write up, seniors to bulk up for later testing, Stefan's advances to fend off (slightly more frequent now that the roads were more reasonable), his fosters to teach and gently 'dad', storm windows to change out for screens (perhaps a bit premature, but Mike so loved letting in the fresh air after having the house closed up for winter), and of course, one of his bi-yearly physicals. As a trainer who often got more of a workout than his students, and as a newly minted sixty-year-old, Mike was very conscious of staying on top of any problems that might come up. Due to his age, body type, and ethnic group he was more at risk for diabetes than the average American, but his doctor had been very pleased and pronounced him in excellent health.
So... Mike didn't think a celebratory meal of carne asada with corn tortillas, a bit of beans and rice, and some grilled vegetables would be out of the question. And maybe a bit of wine? Aaaaaaand perhaps a piece of the fresh strawberry galette he'd picked up at Abe's? His fosters were out, and they were staying overnight at the dorms with some friends, so the old trainer had invited Sean over to join him. He'd invited Josh as well, but the pair of them often did things separately and the lawyer was otherwise occupied, though had (again) wished him a very happy belated birthday.
Part of his birthday present from his family had been a rather enormous box full of Californian food; a stack of corn tortillas nearly three feet tall, a bag of husks and another of masa for tamales, a package of queso fresco wider than his outstretched hand, and a lone can of Abuelita, amongst other things. Made him glad he'd invested in a chest freezer all that time ago.
Soft strains of the local '70s radio station played, a mix of pop, folk, and rock. The skirt steak, already sliced, was marinating in the fridge - it wouldn't take long to fry it up. The tortillas he'd pre-heated on the frying pan and then put in the oven on low with a pot of water to keep them from drying out, along with the roasted peppers. The beans and rice bubbled lightly on the stove, and in all, if he did say so himself, the house smelled delicious.
When the doorbell rang promptly at six-thirty, Mike finished wiping food-prep splatters off his glasses and answered the door with a smile. "Come in, come in," he said, clapping the taller man on the back. "Would you like some wine? I have red and white."
So... Mike didn't think a celebratory meal of carne asada with corn tortillas, a bit of beans and rice, and some grilled vegetables would be out of the question. And maybe a bit of wine? Aaaaaaand perhaps a piece of the fresh strawberry galette he'd picked up at Abe's? His fosters were out, and they were staying overnight at the dorms with some friends, so the old trainer had invited Sean over to join him. He'd invited Josh as well, but the pair of them often did things separately and the lawyer was otherwise occupied, though had (again) wished him a very happy belated birthday.
Part of his birthday present from his family had been a rather enormous box full of Californian food; a stack of corn tortillas nearly three feet tall, a bag of husks and another of masa for tamales, a package of queso fresco wider than his outstretched hand, and a lone can of Abuelita, amongst other things. Made him glad he'd invested in a chest freezer all that time ago.
Soft strains of the local '70s radio station played, a mix of pop, folk, and rock. The skirt steak, already sliced, was marinating in the fridge - it wouldn't take long to fry it up. The tortillas he'd pre-heated on the frying pan and then put in the oven on low with a pot of water to keep them from drying out, along with the roasted peppers. The beans and rice bubbled lightly on the stove, and in all, if he did say so himself, the house smelled delicious.
When the doorbell rang promptly at six-thirty, Mike finished wiping food-prep splatters off his glasses and answered the door with a smile. "Come in, come in," he said, clapping the taller man on the back. "Would you like some wine? I have red and white."