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In an ironic twist, I didn't get to eat sushi this weekend and yet the whole weekend wasn't ruined. I know! Saturday we dropped the girls off at my parents' house at nap time and went to a movie. We went for the Bourne thing, which I liked, but I've liked them all. We left there and went to REI to buy Derek some Keens because I am a total convert and I've become a missionary for their complete world domination. Look at all the colors! They are super comfortable. That's not really a lot of money for good-quality shoes. They are amphibious! They can make you invisible! Ahem.
So, then we went to dinner for our anniversary. For the foodies, we started with the prosciutto. I had a soup special that was sweet corn chowda with house-smoked salmon and pea shoots. Derek had the arugula and grapefruit salad. I had the duck (Oh. My. STARS!!) and he had the salmon, which was a little different than what's on the menu. For dessert (which they bought), I had the figs and he had the panna cotta. Seriously, I would highly recommend the place to all and sundry. James Caan and Vannessa Marcil were not there, but that was really the only negative part of the meal.
We left the restaurant and went home to get changed for a bike ride. It was seriously fun, y'all. There were so many people that we couldn't ride terribly fast, but still. And who knew that Speer was such a fun hill. I was coasting at 22 miles an hour. Then I went home and slept until 10 AM (Thanks, Mom and Dad!).
Last night we celebrated my brother-in-law's birthday with dinner and a whole lotta wine at my parents' house. Fireball (What? You don't have family members named after freak acts of nature?) is my age and a chef at a fancy schmancy hotel downtown. I used to worry about having him to dinner because I was afraid that he would judge what I made. Now I realize that anything he doesn't have to cook is good food. Also, he's not a very judgy person. Plus, my mom cooked last night. I just picked up pastries from Whole Foods. All in all, a very nice evening with a good group of people. And this assertion is in spite of the way my children spun out of control after three bites of tiny pastries.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you have an awesome weekend without sushi or cocktails (Ice cream doesn't count as dessert and wine doesn't count as a cocktail).
So, then we went to dinner for our anniversary. For the foodies, we started with the prosciutto. I had a soup special that was sweet corn chowda with house-smoked salmon and pea shoots. Derek had the arugula and grapefruit salad. I had the duck (Oh. My. STARS!!) and he had the salmon, which was a little different than what's on the menu. For dessert (which they bought), I had the figs and he had the panna cotta. Seriously, I would highly recommend the place to all and sundry. James Caan and Vannessa Marcil were not there, but that was really the only negative part of the meal.
We left the restaurant and went home to get changed for a bike ride. It was seriously fun, y'all. There were so many people that we couldn't ride terribly fast, but still. And who knew that Speer was such a fun hill. I was coasting at 22 miles an hour. Then I went home and slept until 10 AM (Thanks, Mom and Dad!).
Last night we celebrated my brother-in-law's birthday with dinner and a whole lotta wine at my parents' house. Fireball (What? You don't have family members named after freak acts of nature?) is my age and a chef at a fancy schmancy hotel downtown. I used to worry about having him to dinner because I was afraid that he would judge what I made. Now I realize that anything he doesn't have to cook is good food. Also, he's not a very judgy person. Plus, my mom cooked last night. I just picked up pastries from Whole Foods. All in all, a very nice evening with a good group of people. And this assertion is in spite of the way my children spun out of control after three bites of tiny pastries.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you have an awesome weekend without sushi or cocktails (Ice cream doesn't count as dessert and wine doesn't count as a cocktail).