I think I set my own trap. I was really pleased with my 'over thinking' post - so much so that I kept thinking and then rethinking what I was going to say next. Dear Reader, I apologize if you're bored already. I promise to try to think less in the future. Well, it's true that I am an amateur at this (blogging and thinking less) so I guess some hiccups are to be expected.
On to the topic at hand, Food. Looking back, I realize that I happened to ingest bacon in a variety of forms over the past few days, and it was good.
1. At home, on Saturday, I co-hosted a baby shower for a dear friend. The entire day was blessed and I felt so honored to be a part of it. One of my contributions was something we call the bacon date thing. It's a date, stuffed with an almond, wrapped in 1/3 of a slice of bacon, speared with a toothpick and baked in the oven until it looks done or you remember that you forgot it. I overestimated the enthusiasm that others might share for these little pieces of heaven (or I underestimated how much other amazing food would be served). Lucky for me, there were leftovers. I can see how cold, day old bacon date things might be unappetizing to some, but not me. Anyway, try it! You'll like it! Hot is better and it's rare to have leftovers.
2. On Monday night R and I went to one of our favorite restaurants, Casellula. It happens to be in our neighborhood so we've had many an opportunity to confirm its hall-of-fame status. In advance of going, the thought crossed my mind that I might end up writing about our experience. Fast forward, we are at the restaurant and I was enjoying myself so much that I didn't want to spoil the moment by whipping out my phone to take pictures. And then, the cheese plate arrived. Casellula has the best damn cheese plate you ever did taste. It's the cheese for sure, but actually just as much the pairings that they offer with the cheese. Monday night our cheese plate arrived and the first cheese was paired with three small exquisite pieces of maple syrup glazed bacon. Bacon and cheese, are you kidding me? After this, I'm surprised that I was able to pull myself together enough to take a picture. Needless to say, in my useless-pile-of-drool state I didn't retain any further information about the cheese so you'll just have to trust me that it was incredible.
3. Today, I went to Books of Wonder to buy M a book about feelings. Yes, this sounds nuts but if I have to read another book about a cow, dog or walrus I might lose it. How is being able to identify a walrus useful in any way? Feelings, I can get with that. After the bookstore, I went across the street to the City Bakery where they have amazing hot chocolate this time of year (it's the consistency of shampoo and after you drink it you feel like you just took a shower in chocolate and sugar). I resisted the hot chocolate. While I was ordering my tea, I noticed a new (to me?) baked good: the maple bacon biscuit. It was a moist scone like thing with sweet (maple syrup) and salty (generous chunks of bacon) mixed into a pliant, a little crunchy on the outside, dough. Wow. The bacon Gods are shining their light on me and I don't mind.
As a parent, there is no sweeter sight than your toddler stuffing her face with fistfuls of frozen peas. For the obvious, there is a deep visceral satisfaction when they eat vegetables, but also because zero prep work went into this nutritious snack. What could be better?
Before you hate me for having a perfect child, I will describe the other end of the spectrum. She has recently expressed a strong interest in butter. Ideally, straight up. She seems to call it TT and things can get a little crazy when she wants TT and doesn't get it. Sometimes she has an almost supernatural influence on me and all of a sudden, there I am feeding her TT straight off the (butter) knife. R caught us in the act recently and was understandably concerned. So now we try to always hide a little piece of toast under the TT.
Obviously, I need to document the butter episodes. Clearly, I'm guilty of sugar coating history.
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