Have you ever had trouble deciding between multiple menu items at a restaurant? I’m constantly stuck between two or three entrees, so much so that I attempt to manipulate my ...
I’ve got that Friday feeling – the one where you feel slightly invincible because you worked so hard during the week and you’re about to eat the weekend alive, and you want to do something impulsive and slightly dangerous, like get a tattoo and/or take a few shots of whiskey.
And then you realize you kind of can’t, because you’re in charge of a little human and it’s actually not practical to get drunk and live dangerously, and you’d definitely pay for it tomorrow morning with the world’s worst hangover because you haven’t had hard liquor in over a year. Plus, do they even let babies in tattoo shops?
On the bright side, I get the same “Friday feeling” when we get Pho Saigon and I know I don’t have to do dishes, so my playlist of girls who rock is actually pretty fitting because I kicked dinner’s ass by not even having to make it in the first place. So there.
Have you ever had trouble deciding between multiple menu items at a restaurant? I’m constantly stuck between two or three entrees, so much so that I attempt to manipulate my dinner companions into ordering the items I’m choosing from, just so I can have a bite. Occasionally, my persuasion backfires and I wind up with a serious case of “food envy,” not as impressed as I had hoped with my selection and wishing I had ordered what someone else has.
The easiest way to avoid the dreaded “food envy” is to order and entire meal of small plates or appetizers to share. I’m never more satisfied than when I can have a little bit of everything on the table. This recipe for a homemade, healthier version of a favorite finger food is so tasty, you may not want to share. Read More…
Our Friday night dinner at The Pickled Heron felt like a giant, warm hug; we hadn’t been there in an unfairly long time (we canceled our July 19th reservation to have a baby instead) so there was no better place to commemorate our first date without the little one. Everything was impeccable, of course, and now that I opened Pandora’s box of French food I plan to cash in on the grandparents’ request to cuddle with their grandson at least once a month to eat anything Todd and Daniela are making at our favorite French BYOB.
What we ate: seared foie gras with Concord grape jam; lobster cavatelli with hazelnuts, roasted cauliflower and crème fraîche; moules frites; seared black bass with Lyonnaise potatoes, broccoli and espagnole; chocolate pot de creme. Read More…
Tonight, my husband and I celebrate two milestones: our two-year anniversary and our first date-night since the baby was born. Definitely a reason to party. And by party I mean a nice dinner at our favorite restaurant, The Pickled Heron – the Fishtown BYOB holds a dear place in our hearts not just for their impeccable French food but also because they hosted our rehearsal dinner – and a concert at Union Transfer.
The soundtrack for our evening is a compilation of romantic tracks, most of which are relevant to our relationship: “If I Ain’t Got You” is our wedding song; we’ve seen the Foo Fighters (multiple times), Amy Winehouse (R.I.P.), Arcade Fire (while pretty round and pregnant), and The Postal Service (In Paris – stealth brag); and “Tiny Dancer” was the last song played at our wedding – an epic ending to an equally incredible day.
Feel free to get romantic, too. Happy Friday!