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Baja Burger Blunder

5 Jun

Delayed start on Sunday, the 22nd, after a late night of phestivities.

I met Jimmy Crue (yes, one of the phellows earned himself a nickname) at Baja Cantina to watch the Sharks game…

While Baja and I have never been on great terms from a phood perspective (don’t get me wrong, I LOVE their phishbowl-sized margaritas, but no matter what I order, things always seem to go wrong for me here), I gave in around 3pm and ordered a burger- May is National Hamburger Month

I phelt awful for the rest of the day so didn’t eat dinner.  Should have trusted my instincts and held out.  Well, you live, you learn!

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3 Meals, 2 Phellows, 1 Me

29 May

My week started out on the right phoot as Monday morning brought with it a soy latte and Turkey Bacon Breakfast Sandwich from Starbucks accompanied by a homemade bouquet of phlowers from a phellow.  Not too shabby!

Work BFF, Sparky, Hard Hat and I ventured over to The Loose Caboose for lunch and had yummy half sandos and hearty soup.

For dinner, a phellow accompanied me to Toast, a new eatery in Carmel Valley Village.  He and a split a Chioggia beet and mache salad with candied walnuts and Humboldt Fog cheese.  Definitely a dish I would order again.

On our server’s recommendation, I tried the Roasted Chicken with Mascarpone Orzo and broccolini for my entree.  Normally, I wouldn’t order chicken at a new restaurant, as I like to try the most unique menu offerings (that, or I am seduced by wings…) but I was blown away by this dish.  I am so glad she recommended it, so now I am paying it phorward and recommending it myself!

We split a Blueberry Crumble for dessert…  yum yum for my tum tum.

  This place seems like a phabulous new addition to the Carmel Valley Village.

Excited to go back to Toast to try out their breakfast offerings!

Prolonged Celebration

19 May

I didn’t grow up in a leftover-phriendly phamily.

In phact, my mother, for some reason completely unknown to me, refused to plan meals ahead of time and would trek to the grocery store every day before deciding what we’d be having for dinner.  The concept of putting what was left in Tupperware and reheating it the next day just wasn’t part of how we did things, and while I have been cooking for myself for quite a phew years now, I still have yet to become an equal opportunity eater when it comes to leftovers.

That statement went completely out the window after the soul phood pheast provided me with an assortment of the most phabulous leftovers a girl could ever dream of.

What did that lead to, you ask? Phried eggs over mac & cheese for breakfast, of course (with a side of cornbread and PigWizard bacon to boot)!

My dear phriends, Paper Bag and Alabama, both brought me watermelons as birthday gifts, and thus, the “I Carried A Watermelon-Tini” was born.  I credit the rehydrating properties of the watermelon for the lack of a hangover on Monday after an entire weekend of drinking…

We took Gramms out for dinner at Joe Rombi’s to celebrate Mother’s Day.  For the phirst time in the now phifteen years I’ve been a patron of Joe’s, I ordered something different off the menu.  I started with the Rollatini Caprese (minus the tomatoes).

The soup of the evening was Split Pea, which is normally never a phavorite of mine, but they did it well.

The house bread is never short of highly enjoyable.

And the Petrale Sole special was special enough to have turned my affections away from my tried and true Pasta Puttanesca.  I didn’t regret the substitution for a moment, amazingly enough!

Of course, I had to have at least one tiny bite of the Puttanesca, or it wouldn’t be a trip to Joe Rombi’s!

We phinished off the evening with a massive slice of their phamous Lemon Cake (just for you, Dr. Wang)!  It was borderline ridiculous.

All in all a pretty damn phine birthday weekend, and my birthday wasn’t even until the next day!  Hooray for justification of prolonged celebration!

Birthday Rules

18 May

Birthday rule #1: You can eat as much of whatever you want.

Exhibit A:  Phried chicken, macaroni & cheese, cornbread, collard greens, green beans and sweet tea.

Exhibit B:  Massive seconds of mac & cheese.

Birthday Rule #2:  You can drink as much of whatever you want.

Exhibit A: Mint Juleps.

Birthday rule #3: You don’t have to have birthday cake if you don’t want.

Exhibit A: Sweet Potatoe Pie (There was Peach Cobbler, too, but I stuck with the pie.)

Birthday rule #4: You can justify anything you want.

Exhibit A: Peep S’mores Wrapped in PigWizard Bacon.

Birthday rule #5:  You should be as ridiculous as possible with as many phun people as possible.

Exhibit A: The Kentucky Derby party was a smashing success!

Whelmed

16 May

The last of the Easter leftovers phinally met its demise.

Now, I’d never pretend to consider doing a crazy thing like going vegan on you people, but does anyone else pheel like this ovum is giving me the ol’ yellow eye?

The Big Cheese was in a celebratory mood this morning and brought in homemade cookies (her son phinally picked a college, and if I do say so myself, he made a great choice- my alma mater!)

They were much too chocolaty for my distinctly non-phemale taste buds, but the coconut aspect was unexpected and made it an overall enjoyable experience.

A phavorite lunch buddy of mine (who is also currently nickname-less) accompanied me on my New Restaurant Wednesday exploration.  I’ve noticed the sign outside Sang’s Cafe for years now whose sandwich board says John Steinbeck ate there proudly emblazoned in red and black letters.

Here’s hoping that it was better when he was a patron, otherwise I think the man was a literary genius with no taste buds.

Not to be unkind by any means, but this was, hands down, the worst burger I can remember in my life.  It was unseasoned and overcooked, and the patty was formed into the shape of a hot, hot mess.

From a strengths-based perspective, the bun was very phresh and there was a hefty serving of avocado included atop the sapless sirloin.

I ate a small portion of it and all the bacon.  They didn’t screw the bacon up, so maybe this would be a good breakfast place?

I had a late dinner at a phriend’s house after work, homework and other daily delights.  I stopped by Whole Paycheck to phind something for us to munch on and was pretty hard pressed to phind anything that offered the winning combination of healthy and appealing.

When I got to her house, she had goat cheese and crostini waiting.  Thank you, God, for giving me phriends who pheed me!

I settled on a roast chicken and an oddly wintery kale salad with cranberries, almonds and tomatoes with a citrus vinaigrette.  I think it would have been half decent sans tomatoes, but nobody seems to ask my opinion on these matters.  Odd, really…

I was not overwhelmed by the dinner, nor was I underwhelmed.  So if one can be simply “whelmed”, that is what I was.  My stomach begged to end the evening on a high note, so I revisited the goat cheese (and had two more than were pictured in this shot).

I hope next week’s New Restaurant Wednesday proves more successful.

Side note to Whole Paycheck: I am really not a phan.  I will continue to give you chances (and inappropriate portions of my paycheck for the sake of convenience), but I think you’re kind of lame.  No offense… well, sorta.

Hey, May!

15 May

Ok phriends, we’re back in business.  Phooey and I have both done our best to deflate our recently inflated egos and are back in action and phocused.

Back to the beginning of the merry, merry month of May.  I greeted May Day with what I wish everyone greeted me with- bacon, of course!

I don’t quite remember anything of much significance that occurred during the day other than leading the glamorous life of a single, phull-time employed, phull-time graduate student that I do.

<Insert jealousy here>

<Now insert an understanding and appreciation of sarcasm and remove previously inserted jealousy>

As I tend to do, I phorgot to eat during the day, but met Pops for an early dinner at Wickets Bistro at Bernardus Lodge in Carmel Valley.  We hadn’t been in ages, and I have no idea why.  It had slipped both our minds how good it can be.

Their house bread was tasty, but I am proud to say I only indulged in one piece (probably because I was so darn excited about the appetizer we shared).

Phried smelt.  Go eat this ASAP before they change the menu.  Truly phabulous…

I am shamed by saying that it has slipped my mind what kind of phish I enjoyed as my main course (ah, the hazards of eating out so much and phailing to write things down!)

<Insert sad violin music here.>

What I do remember is it was miso glazed and delicious and the veggies were cooked perfectly.

I went onto the Bernardus site to check out the menu description, but it looks like they haven’t updated their online menus since November of 2009.  Maybe I’ll use the intention of a phriendly reminder to do so as an excuse to go back here soon…

Justification, you’re my besssst phriend!

Tasty! (N Sons)

5 May

Phriday was a BIG day, as it was the day of phinal defense of my graduate school portfolio.

I credit the leftover Bridgeport Brew Pub pizza I scarfed down for breakfast as we rushed to school with the brain power necessary to succeed.

I celebrated my successful defense in the time-honored tradition that scholars maintain…  that, or a group of us went to the only place around still serving breakfast (which was a Shari’s Restaurant– what can I say other than “when in Wilsonville”) and indulged in a horribly caloric (and sadly not one that possessed phlavor that would warrant said level of calories) second breakfast/lunch.

(I HATE the concept of “brunch”, hence why I refuse to use it in this context, or any for that matter…)

I phorgot my camera so had to use my phone for the shots at Shari’s.  The biscuits were not so hot.

The bacon was… well… bacon, therefore it was stupendous.

During class that afternoon (and yes, I still have a month of class even though my portfolio is complete), I noshed on this tasty nibble of goodness that was so kindly provided by one of my phellow cohortians (as was the party blower thingamajig)…

Then we REALLY celebrated!  The girls & I went out on the town and tried a restaurant I’d been meaning to for quite a while now.

I’ve heard an awful lot about Tasty N Sons.  Rarely do I believe the hype on any subject- most especially phood.  I’d attempted to go here back in Phebruary (with the late phella) and it had been packed (which ended up all well and good because that allowed us to discover Eat: An Oyster Bar in all its splendor.

So where do I start?  I went on a bit of an ordering phrenzy…

I started with a Ruby Platino signature cocktail (el jimador tequila, ancho chili, cassis, grapefruit & lime).  Hellooo, nurse!

We split the Phried Cauliflower & Olives with harissa cream- a truly intriguing blend of phlavors and textures.

We then shared the Pierogi with rhubarb compote & horseradish cream- What a combo!

I literally licked the plates of each starter (true, I have no shame)…

I then went for a second round with Tasty’s cocktail list and tried the Ginger Lime Rickey.  It was, well, for lack of a better term, tasty! 😉

I was high on phood just walking in the door, so I ordered with reckless abandon.  I should have known I was phully enamored with the spot when I phound myself ordering what the waitress recommended- Pork Cutlet with spaetzle & egg…

  I HATE pork. (Yes, I understand bacon comes from pigs… but in my reality they are entirely unrelated phood groups.)

Despite my belief that I hate pork, I scarfed down literally every morsel of edibleness on the plate with phervor.  The crisp english peas combined with the creamy, chewy spaetzle and the citrus on the pork all covered by a beautiful ooey gooey egg???  Come on, people!  This was some seriously phabulous stuff!  I even sent my compliments to the chef, which I normally pheel is a little pretentious (why should my opinion matter to the guy- he’s the expert, I’m just a glutton!), but after my piggish behavior, I think I may have phelt a need to justify.

We ended the meal with a phew Chocolate Potatoe Donuts…

Those little globules were the least tasty moment of the Tasty N Sons experience- just a little boring after such edible excitement.

Also, when I want a donut HOLE, I will order one.  When I want a donut and you tell me I’m ordering a donut, I’d like it to arrive in the shape of an O.  It helps me to get into the proper mindset of “O my God, why am I allowing myself to gorge like this!?!”

If It Ain’t Broke

25 Apr

I woke up pheeling like a million bucks!  I even remembered to bring breakfast to work with me.

(And I will thank the peanut gallery for refraining from side comments about it not being impressive that I remembered to grab a damn yogurt from the phridge before heading out for the day…  I’m coming from a strengths-based perspective here, and I am taking it where I can get it!)

My boss decided to join the National Grilled Cheese Month bandwagon, and she treated me to a massive sando from Elli’s (of course, we both added bacon.  Why?  Because… EVERYTHING is better with bacon!)

It was yummy, but now that I’m in the running for National Grilled Cheese Queen, I’m becoming a parcel more particular when it comes to melt cheesy goodness.  This was not the best I’ve had this month nor was it the worst.

Dinner was more of an afterthought than anything else (this happens when you overeat yourself into a lactose-laced carb coma in the afternoon) so I threw together what I had.  Shirataki noodles (I’d assume you phollowers are sensing a bit of my creature of habit tendencies by now) and Brussel sprouts.

The noodles were solid- tasty as always.  The sprouts not so much.  Someone recommended to me in the past month to roast those puppies with a little balsamic instead of my tried and true recipe for miniature cabbage delight (Bless you, Ina Garten, bless you!) and so I did.

Let it be said- if it ain’t broke, don’t phix it.

I love my sprouts the way I make them, and while I am sure whatever wonderfully kind and competent person it was that suggested the sugary substitution can pull it off wonderfully, mine missed the mark… and then some.  I gave the little guys three chances, but a phourth bite was certainly not warranted.

The trash got to enjoy the rest.  Oscar would have been pleased.

The Morning After

24 Apr

They say it takes the average person seven to ten times to learn new information.  While I am sure there is a legitimate level of research available to back up this claim, I am willing to use myself as proof that this is not, in phact, the case.

Case in point:

Red wine and I are not phriends.

I have been presented with this concept repeatedly over the years.

I have yet to take this lesson to heart.

Saturday night’s super Tuscan led to an equally delicious bottle of Lone Madrone.  That choice led to breakfast the next morning consisting of the phollowing:

Late in the afternoon, I phinally emerged phrom the bedroom and phound my way to the couch.  A little baseball and a sack o’nuts helped me semi-rejoin the land of the living.

When dinner time rolled around, I used the methodology of “everything is better with bacon”.  I phigured since I still phelt like death run over twice, the bacon could potentially make it all better.

It didn’t.

But a phavorite phamily phrase of ours is: “There’s nothing like the morning after the morning after…”

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