This was an eating weekend. I had a big gourmet meal on Friday, St. Patrick’s Day celebrations on Saturday, and BBQ on Sunday. As such, there isn’t a lot to talk about except, “Boy, that food tasted good,” and “Ugh, I ate too much food,” and “Crap, now I have gained three pounds.” So, I will cut it down to the essentials:

Portabella Mushroom French Fries: Kyle and I had these on Friday at Willi’s Wine Bar in Santa Rosa. They confirmed my belief that almost any food cut into strips, coated in batter, and deep fried will end up delicious. But then, the Japanese have known this for ages.

Caterpillar Vomit: When transplanting the daisies that have grown wild in my garden into a neat and friendly border, I discovered a white caterpillar with a black head. I pick it up and it proceeded to expel a green toxic-waste-looking substance from its mouth onto my finger. As I was wearing gloves, I didn’t mind. I was mostly concerned something was wrong with the caterpillar, but it wasn’t bug-blood and it wasn’t pee. Some sort of self-defense mechanism?

St. Patrick’s Day at 5:30 P.M.: The upside of eating corned beef and cabbage this early is that you can get a table in the pub and no one is drunk yet. The downside is that it is still sunny outside and no one is drunk yet. I didn’t see one person fight or dance a drunken jig. Rip off!

Mashti Malone’s Rosewater Saffron Ice Cream with Pistachios:
What an interesting ice cream. The saffron and rosewater give it a gentle, smooth flavor that is pleasantly interrupted with the crunch of pistachio and the chewiness of Arabian gum. I highly recommend.

Ladette to Lady: I discovered this English reality TV show this weekend and laughed and laughed and laughed at its silly concept, and then promptly watched the entire marathon. Do you see now why I need a TV Cozy? But it is a show where they take slutty girls from working class (?) parts of England and teach them to walk around with books on their head and not get puking drunk or take their shirts off in public. Complete with uptight British ladies acting shocked at every turn. Wow, I love this more than I can say.

The end.

Leave A Comment

Recommended Posts

I’m A Master Gardener!

After five-months of practicums, weekly classes, and a grueling 100-question exam, I graduated from the Sonoma County Master Gardener program! Here I am with my … certificate? Degree? Anyway, I’m a Master Gardener now.