Wednesday, November 11, 2015
When it comes to Thanksgiving, especially Thanksgiving desserts, I'm definitely in the more is better category. Don't get me wrong, I love a Thanksgiving pie like nobody's business but I also love cake and cookies and trifle and I think they too deserve a spot on the Thanksgiving table. Last Thanksgiving, we had a fantastic chocolate cake, fruit bars, ras malai, and no fewer than three types of pie. And after my forth plate of dessert, you know what I thought? Gosh, some pumpkin cheesecake would have really rounded out the dessert table!
Needless to say, when this month's Blogger CLUE topic was revealed to be Thanksgiving desserts, I was pretty elated. Like eat-all-the-desserts elated. I rushed to my blog buddy Christy's blog and immediately thought to make her Cherry Clafoutis. But then her Cranberry Cream Cheese Bars looked so good. And don't even get me started on this fantastic looking Easter Pie. I'd just rename it Thanksgiving Pie and call it a day.
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
For so many years, I thought the Hubster loved carrots. Like, really loved them. In every single meal involving carrots, he'd eat the carrots first. He wouldn't just eat them. No, he'd devour them quickly and with gusto. If we were eating Japanese curry with beef, carrots and potatoes, he'd eat the carrots first. Pot roast? The man pushed the meat to the side to eat the carrots. Stir fry? You guessed it. He left the chicken and broccoli in favor of the carrots. The man was a carrot loving machine. So one day, instead of packing him a lunch of grilled chicken and veggies, I packed him a lunch of chicken and carrots. The Hubster came home that night and said, "Wow, were you mad when you packed my lunch?" And I said, "No, why?" And he furrowed his brow and said, "Because I hate carrots and when I saw my lunch, I figured you must be trying to send me a message." Turns out he ate the carrots first so he could get them off his plate as fast as possible.
This was a bit heartbreaking for me because I happen to love carrots. Growing up, I ate so many carrots my palms would often turn orange. This love of carrots is a bit ironic because I started wearing glasses at a fairly young age and the Hubster still has perfect vision. Go figure.
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
A few years ago (pre-babies, pre-grey hair), the Hubster and I lived in a fabulous apartment downtown really close to a Mexican restaurant whose name matches that of a car. I'll give you one guess. Yup, that's the one! We spent many a dinner there, hanging out with friends, trading war stories, and eating our weight in chips and salsa. And although most of the food wasn't that great, the fajitas were the bomb! Wait, did I just date myself using that phrase? It doesn't even matter because the memory of those fajitas makes me so happy! Grilled chicken, perfectly charred veggies and a million toppings. Those fajitas were it.
Recently, after many years, we went back to that restaurant and I got the fajitas because of course! And the fajitas? They were sort of lackluster. Womp womp womp. Don't get me wrong, I of course ate the entire platter because I never turn down a challenge but the entire experience bummed me out for days. The Hubster insists they were the same fajitas from all those years ago but I'm convinced they were not. I would go so far as to say, the restaurant sold the original fajita recipe to a secret new restaurant and I just have to find the secret new restaurant that is holding my fajitas hostage.