Out to dinner tonight---rarely do that, but discovered a place where i actually might be able to eat the food and not hate myself afterward...the food was so good...I do not think I have been so enchanted by a plate of food...The foodie in me can always tell what things are made of, and then go home and replicate...but i cant i just cant this time...it eluded me...I was rendered unable to talk dur
ing dinner, after ward when we were outside I was trying to tell him why i did not feel like at talking at dinner I was almost out of it an glazed, form trying to literally ferret out the blend flavors...like when you are seeing something magnificent happen right before your eyes, and you want to take a picture, but you just can't to which he replied..."I think I have seen that look on your face in there before, just never in public." ROFL!
Rebecca Saylor Here is the deal though...maybe my experience was tainted from years of deprivation...being chained to my own cooking...I came home with visions of marinades dancing in my head... tomorrow is market day---we WILL have brined chicken...all kinds of brines all weekend! And black rice...and I will learn to use fresh fennel...
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