First, one of my friends took me to breakfast at the Hinge Cafe on Saturday and I ordered oatmeal. I wasn’t expecting anything great — to me, oatmeal is a healthy food that’s okay, but no great treat. So I looked at this BIG bowl of oatmeal and thought, “I’m never going to finish all that.”
Well! This oatmeal was amazing. It tasted like a creamy bowl of Cinnabon. “This isn’t oatmeal. This is a bowl of happiness and sunshine,” I said. And I ate every last drop.
Then my brother and SIL took me out to Johnny Brenda’s, where I had Cajun fish stew with andouille sausage, and then a pumpkin tart for dessert. Fish stew is one of those things I just love, because it has all my favorites in one bowl: shrimp, clams, and potatoes in a spicy red broth. Mmm!
But wait, there’s more!
My best friend Paulette took me back to the Hinge Cafe for Sunday brunch, where I weaseled an approximation of the oatmeal recipe out of the owner. (She was reluctant, but I played the birthday card. I still think she left something out, though.) Then I had eggs Benedict with applewood smoked bacon. I just love eggs Benedict.
Last night, I had dinner with Paulette and Cos at Silk City, where I had this hand-rolled pasta with short ribs in cream sauce. We split some caramel-apple pie a la mode for dessert. Rarely have I had such a string of superb meals.
It’s funny, though; I really do have a much diminished taste for sugar now. It’ll be interesting to see how that develops.