I’m not dead, but I am…

PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Yahooooooooooo!  We are super excited, as I’m sure you can imagine.  But I’m even more stoked because this was one of the “personal” goals that I didn’t reveal (#29).  And now that I’ve “unlocked” that goal the rest of the personals have been revealed too.  I’m sure you were waiting with baited breath. 

And this little munchkin of ours is the reason I haven’t been blogging (here or on my foodie blog).  See, the first trimester kicked my butt!  I was nautious 24/7, though I only came close to tossing once, and my energy was practically gone.  By 8 or 8:30 I was down for the count.  Thankfully the second trimester has been much nicer to me.  I can eat again, the nausea is gone and my energy is slowly coming back. 

But even though I’ve felt like crap the past three months, I have managed to knock a few more items off my list.  Here’s the quick and dirty on those:

#4:  I’ve read The Red Tent and Three Cups of Tea.  I love, love, LOVED both of them, though for different reasons.  The Red Tent gives a whole new appreciation for women during biblical times, and Three Cups of Tea will (or should) move your heart to do all that you can to make our world a better place.  It is simply inspiriational.

I’m in the process of reading several baby books (which will TOTALLY count towards this goal) and one for-fun book.

#24:  Rob and I caught Counting Crows’ September show in Dallas.  It was, in a word, weird.  Adam was in this funky mood, and he is one moody SOB so when he’s off kilter the crowd knows it.  And they played the only two songs in their catalog that I really, really don’t like (Omaha and Le Ballet d’Or).  Oh well…when you’ve seen a band at least half a dozen times you’re likely to hit them on an off night.

#65:  This one has made my life immesurably easier and less cluttered.  I finally took the time to buy a note book, dividers, and sheet protectors and stash away all my loose recipes.  I need to pick up a few more sheet protectors to put the last few recipes away, but for the most part this one is d-u-n, DUN!

#79:  Just this weekend I got sick of all the clutter under my bathroom sink and trashed nearly all the unused spa/bath products that have been collecting dust for years.  Here’s my tip of the day:  If you don’t know what to get someone don’t get them bath products unless you know that you know that you know that they’ll a.  like the scent and b. actually use it.  I’d rather get a gift card to Starbucks than another pack of lavender (ick) scented soaps.

#93:  Back in August I took Rob to see Dave play at the Woodlands.  It was an AWESOME show and even Rob had a good time, which was the whole point of the trip.  It absolutely killed me to know that his two DMB experiences had been bad ones.  Now that he has pleasant memories of a Dave show I feel like my mission has been completed.  Oh and I got to wear this cute shirt:

#96:  Most of the restaurants we’ve hit recently were while we were in Destin.  About all I could stomach during the first tri was mac & cheese.  Thankfully I rounded the morning sickness corner right before vacation and we got to check out these places:  Harbor Docks (2 Thumbs WAY down), The Mellow Mushroom Pizzaria (1 Thumb Up), Old Bay Steamers (2 Thumbs WAY up), Acme Oyster Bar & Grill (1 Thumb Up), and Guglielmo’s La Fiamma (2 Thumbs Up).


#4 & 96

First, thank you Ashley for the swift kick in the pants.  🙂  I have been doing a few things here and there, but I most certainly have not beein blogging about them.  What can I say….sometimes I’m a slacker.  But here’s what I’ve been up to:


My book club picked this one out.  I don’t usually like tell-all type books, but considering everything that was happing in El Dorado I thought it would be a good lesson in current events. 

Under The Banner of Heaven starts off with a brief chapter about the two central figures of the story (Ron and Dan), but then quickly shifts into a fairly detailed history of Mormonism.  I can’t imagine the book without this section, because it really helped me to understand the roots of Ron and Dan’s fanaticism.  Growing up in a Southern Baptist Church we were taught that Mormonism is a cult.  Period.  No further explanation needed.  [Aside:  While I don’t necessarily agree with how much influence the Mormon church exercises over its members, it doesn’t strike me as all that different from other more “mainstream” religions.  Though some would understandably argue that at the rate Mormonism is growing it is mainstream in some parts of the world.]  Now I feel like I have a solid understanding of how and maybe why the Mormon church began and developed over the years.  For the most part Krakauer presents the history in a straight forward manner.  Every now and then he lets the narrative drift into condescending tones, which was my only real beef with this book.

The second half of the book deals with the story of Ron and Dan Lafferty and how they came to murder their sister-in-law and niece.  This was the part of the book that I honestly dreaded.  I’m not a fan of Dateline exposes or based-on-a-true-story made-for-tv movies.  Every time I see them I’m reminded of lyrics to an Ani DiFranco song:  “tv is, afterall, the modern day Roman coliseum, human devastation as mass entertainment.”  And the last few chapters did feel a lot like that.  But the way Krakauer tells the beginning of the brothers’ tale…it’s almost like another history lesson.  As the Laffertys delve deeper and deeper into fundamental Mormonism, you learn so much about the fundamental sects themselves.  How they function from day to day, how they survive economically, the way they recruit and maintain their membership, etc.  Through interviews with former members of fundamental sects, or apostates, you get a few brief, but detailed glimpses into the FLDS lifestyle.  These glimpses are, of course, a wee bit tainted by the fact that these are former members with a strong bias against the church, but they seem as “fair” as they could possibly be. 

Like so many books I read in school, now that I’m finished with it I’m really glad I made myself push through the unpleasant parts.  It’s a good read for anyone looking to learn more about both mainstream and fundament Mormonism.  Though the squeamish or very sensitive would do well to skip over the paragraphs detailing the murders.

**I’m currently re-reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.  Since I don’t count re-reads towards the goal of 35 books, I won’t do a review.**


The Hubby and I recently took a trip to D.C. and had the chance to try two top notch restaurants while we were there. 

The first was Sonoma Restaurant & Wine Bar.  We went there on a recommendation by the guidebook we were using (Access D.C.) and really enjoyed our quick lunch.  After smelling the wonderful aromas coming out of the wood-fired pizza oven, I opted for a buffalo mozzarella, sundried tomatoes, spinach and basil pizza.  It was excellent.  Though arguably anything is better with buffalo mozzarella.  Though I think the Hubby won the prize for best dish.  His frogmore stew was AMAZING.  I never would have thought to pair this decidedly American dish with curry, but it works.  It works so very well.  We also had what is now my very favorite wine ever.  The 2007 Muculan Pino & Toi, which is a pinot blanc, pino grigio, tocai blend.  It’s everything you could ever want in a wine.  And more!  Now if I can get the distributor to call me back so I can get a bottle here in Austin.

The second place we discovered (thanks again, Access!) was Grillfish.  This place has fresh-outta-the-water seafood that practically melts in your mouth.  We started out with a sampler appetizer that consisted of calamari, shrimp and portobello fries.  These are exactly what you think they are:  portobello caps thinly sliced, breaded, fried and served with a yummy “special sauce”.  The Hubby is generally anti-mushroom, unless they’re well disguised, but even he gobbled these up.  For the main course I ordered mussels with spicy tomato sauce and the Hubby had a mixed grill.  Both were fantastic, but once again I think the Hubby may have made a better choice because the salmon on his kebabs was divine.  We finished our gluttonous evening off with two desserts:  Banana Split with Russian Dark Chocolate Sauce and creme brulee cheesecake.  I would give my left arm for that cheesecake recipe.  Seriously…it was What About Bob good.


Yesterday the Hubby and I met for lunch and decided to try this Austin institution for the first time.  And today, with my leftovers calling from the fridge, I weep for the 3+ years I’ve spent in this town without knowing the greatness that is Katz’s.  How I managed to survive without their delicious fried pickle spears (which are far superior to the fried pickle chips), I’ll never know.  The batter was a perfect mix of crunch and spice that didn’t drown out the flavor of the salty pickley goodness. 

And then there’s the french dip!  OH how I love the cow (yes cow!) they served me (well, the Hubby, actually)  with warm, gooey provalone and smashed between fresh ciabatta.  The Hubby is very, very lucky that the I rather enjoyed the Rueben I ordered or else he might have found himself lunchless.  He most certainly did not get dibs on the french dip leftovers, though.

If all that weren’t enough, Katz’s also served me a bit of coleslaw exactly the way I like it.  None of that oily, slimy dressing that I’m used to getting here in Austin.  (What is up with THAT, I ask you!)  And the ratio of dressing to celery seeds to veggies was PERFECT. 

After ordering the Hubby discovered that they serve *dramatic pause….wait for it….wait for it….wait….* one-pound slices of cheesecake!!!!!  I nearly swooned at the prospect.  I plan on fasting for at least a day and then gorging myself.  I can’t wait….

You know, it’s a good thing that Katz’s Never Kloses, because I may never Kook again.  Two thumbs and two big toes way, way up!!!


Oh my gosh…y’all, I wasted a whole months worth of Netflix fees because I couldn’t make myself sit down and watch this one:

I finally got it out of the way last weekend, and while it was no Ben Hur, I’m still scratching my head over why people love it so much.  First, it was waaaaaay to violent for my tastes.  I abhor violence and when it reaches gratiuitous levels it totally ruins a flick for me.  Example:  Fight Club.  Hate, hate hate that movie.  Second, I get the whole man v. machine thing.  This movie did nothing to further that point for me.  Third, if the film’s goal was to explore what we consider “human” to be, it did a crap job of it.  Go read William Gibson’s Neuromancer.  It does so much more with the issue.

If anyone wants to tell me why they triple puffy ❤ Blade Runner, I am all ears.  Seriously.


I’m a little over a week into my gossip hiatus and so far so good.  I’ve only been tempted a few times.  Mainly when I’m bored at work.  And my eyes have wandered over to the tabloids while standing in line at the grocery store, but I really try to divert them as soon as I can. 

Three more weeks to go.  I’ll keep you posted.


In the past two weeks the Hubby and I have tried two different Austin restaurants–219 West (which is also kind of a bar) and Moonshine.  I wish I wish I wish we had tried one of the famous Moonshine brunches, but instead we gave the dinner menu a go.  Based on the turkey pesto sandwich and gumbo that we ordered, I give it a solid C.  Nothing outright horrible, but nothing that would make come back for seconds.  I do really want to try the brunch though, so hopefully Moonshine can redeem itself.

219 West, however, was pretty damn good.  We were there for a happy hour birthday party, so we only sampled their appetizer menu.  But it was probably the best “bar food” I’ve had in ages.  The seafood beignets were really good, even if we couldn’t exactly place all the flavors we tasted, and the mini bar burgers were super yummy too.  I also loved that their menu is categorized by what you’re drinking.  It’s a little confusing at first, but once you figure out what the evening’s libation will be, it does a fantastic job of guiding you through their kitchen’s best pairings.  Their staff also did a pretty good job taking care of our party as people were constantly coming and going. 

#4 & #8


So this one is kind of a bust already.  I didn’t get pedicures in January or February.  But I did get them in March and April.  I figure if I double up a couple of months that will make up for my first two misses.  The whole reason I decided to put this on my list is because I lurve pedicures, but I rarely make time to get them these days.  In college I’d eat ramen for a week just to afford my twice-a-month habit.  When I moved to Austin I had trouble finding a place that wasn’t a. outrageously expensive or b. had a severe language barrier.  Don’t get me wrong, I am all for immigrants coming into the country and working hard to make a better life for themselves and their families.  But if you can’t communicate I do not want you wielding sharp metal objects at my feet.  A basic understanding of, “no,” “stop,” and “OUCH!” isn’t asking too much.  Really.

Anyway…I finally found two places in town that I like and aren’t too expensive–one right by my house and one on the west side of town.  So now I don’t have an excuse.  No matter where I find myself in the city, I should be able to get to either of these places pretty quickly.

Oh and my toes look sooooooo much better than they did when 2008 first started, and I’m not falling into that womanly/wifely habit of neglecting myself.  Yay!


Shannon suggested that I read The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls a few months ago, and I have to admit when she first described it I was a bit leery.  I thought it was going to be one of those “poor pitiful me” sagas about growing up with shitty parents.  But I had heard a few things on the news about this woman and figured it was worth a try.

First and foremost this book is anything but a “poor pitiful me” story.  Is they author’s life difficult?  Oh my gosh yes.  That would be the understatement of the century.  But the way she tells her story is incredibly refreshing.  Every hardship is presented in such a matter-of-fact manner that you don’t get the sense that she is trying to elicit sympathy.  Rather she’s just telling you about her life.  There are moments, too, when I think she relishes in the fact that she unflinchingly faced these harsh circumstances and beat them (sometimes literally). 

There are times though I felt she was too blase about the neglect and abuse she and her siblings experienced.  I wanted her to get angry and scream “WHY ME?!?!” a few times.  But ultimately I think it was her mechanism for dealing with such a (for lack of a better phrase) fucked up life.  She didn’t give the circumstances too much weight, and therefore they had little power to control her and drag her down. 

However, it is impossible to read this book and not want to strangle these parents.  If you looked up neglect in the dictionary, you’d find their picture.  Not only did they fail to supervise and protect their children from, oh, say, the dangers of cooking over an open flame, but they also turned a blind eye to all sorts of physical abuse from other family members and friends.  The phrase, “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” MUST have been invented by Rex and Mary Walls.  It is their excuse for everything.

And yet, there are moments when you find it hard to completely hate these two people.  In between the frustration and anger that their actions stir up, there are moments of good parenting.  I loved how they treated their children like little adults when it came to education.  There was no Elmo or Barney or Dora.  Instead they taught them about the stars and physics and read great literary works to them.  These kids grew into incredibly intelligent people because they were exposed to all kinds of information.  I’m sure at the time the parents were simply indulging their own interests, but it rubbed off on these kids in a way that flash cards and writing lines of spelling words never could.  It created an insatiable curiosity about the world around them, which proved to be their only saving grace in the end. 

This is a jaw dropping account of one woman’s life, and it is unlike any other memoir I’ve ever picked up.  Definitely add this to your must-read list.


I’ve been trying to get through this book since last summer, and THANK GOD ON HIGH I finally finished it last night.  Given that Wicked was popular with both critics and lay people, AND the fact that there’s a wildly successful stage play associated with it, I figured this book couldn’t possibly disappoint.  And yet…

First—and I say this as a person who holds a BA in literature—the themes/motifs were all. over. the. place.  Animal rights, “otherness”, gender, good v. evil, and religion were the major players underlying the plot.  And when I say underlying I mean thinly veiled by a meandering story.  I kept thinking, he’s not really talking about animal rights or religion.  He wouldn’t be that obvious.  But he is.  So much so that at times the story appeared to be merely a vehicle for positing his theories on that laundry list of Big Questions.  Even then, I’m not sure what his theories are.  It all seemed a bit pointless.  I never could figure out where he stood on any of the issues, except the animal rights one.  He also seemed to jump from theme to the next without any clear transition.  Like the animal rights issue.  It’s all over the first half of the book and then you don’t hear one single word about it until the last 40 pages or so.  It’s like he thought, “oh yeah!  I still need one more animal right allusion to make quota…”

Second, this book was toooooooooooooo long.  The editor should have worked harder to reign in Gregory Maguire’s meanderings.  I know I used that word about three sentences ago, but that’s what it felt like.  He was rambling through his thoughts with me as the unfortunate tag-along.

Finally, this book told me absolutely nothing (save a few gossip-worthy details) about the Wicked Witch of the West that I couldn’t have figured out on my own.  If it had ever crossed my mind to consider how the Witch ended up so Wicked, I could’ve saved myself the 406 pages and chalked her behavior up to the classic “little girl lost”.  Poor WWW, she was so misunderstood and mistreated.  Now she doesn’t know how to behave as an adult because she grew up with a very unsatisfying home life.  It’s the story half of the current prison population could blame their troubles on, and quite frankly I expected more out of a book that received so much critical praise.

My advice:  See the musical.  I hear it’s fantastic.  But then again, that’s what they said about the book.


I have to give major props to my book club.  We’ve pretty much run the gamut on genres.  Last time we had a heart-wrenching piece of fiction that was based on historical events.  This time we had The Devil in the White City, a historical account of the 1893 Chicago World’s Fair that read like fiction (for the most part). 

I was super psyched to read this for lots of reasons.  First, I needed a book that would allow me to disengage, emotionally.  The last one ripped my heart out.  Second, it seems like in high school my history teachers never could make it past the Civil War.  We’d set out with a syllabus that said we get to reconstruction and the industrial revolution, but somehow we always ran out of time.  And this book promised to help me learn more about this country’s almost-modern history.

At first I was a little disappointed by this book.  It was billed as something that read more like a murder-mystery than a historical account.  And while it did read a lot better than a textbook would, it certainly did not feel like a newfangled Sherlock Holmes. 

The constant bickering of the architects bogged me down in the beginning, too.  Later, once you get knee deep into the fair, you start to realize why Larson needed to include this part but it was a bit tough to get through initially.  To Larson’s credit, I think he may have realized how monotonous the architect’s arguments would be for his readers.  Throughout each chapter there are section breaks, sometimes more than one per page, that allows you to say, “okay, enough for today,” and not feel like you’ve stopped at point that disrupts the narrative. 

But then you get to the good stuff…and I may be the most morbid person alive…but the parts that really drew me in were the sections about Holmes, the murder.  So often I’ve heard people say, “Criminals are really dumb!  They don’t even plan stuff out so that they have a chance to get away!  If it were me, I’d…” This is the one guy throughout history that carefully planned out his crimes in such a way that would almost eliminate the possibility of getting caught.  It was intense and intriguing to see how his mind worked.  Towards the end the cruelty of his actions got a bit much to bear, but thankfully most of the 390 pages were not filled with gruesome details.

And I did enjoy learning about some of the quirkier aspects of late 19th century American history.  I won’t spoil some of the “surprises,” but it’s kind of cool to know how we ended up with some of the products/mechanisms that we take for granted today.

If you’re into American history or just looking for something a little different from the average fiction book, definitely pick this one up.

I’m waaaaaaay too easy.

After waking up with a serious Tylenol PM hangover, I decided today was most definitely a Starbucks day.  I try to limit myself to one per week (to save calories and cash), but some weeks that just doesn’t happen.  Which would explain why half of the baristas know my name and my drink the second I walk in (it’s like The Pub but surprisingly cheaper and easier on my body.)  There’s this one barista that I chat with every time I come in (whose name I still don’t know, but we’ve carried on for way too long for me to admit that now).

 So today I walk in and he says, “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”  I smile, and say, “Not much! How are you?”  and he replies, “I’m better now…” with a sly little grin.  Now I’m only 50% sure this guy is straight, and really it wouldn’t matter if I were 100% sure since The Hubby has sole possession of my heart, but man oh man if that little bit of flirting and ego stroking did not just make my day.  :o)

Ketchup Again…Sigh…(aka #15, 43, 77 & 100)

I have been meaning to blog for weeks about these goals, and I really don’t have a good reason for not doing it sooner other than plain old laziness.  I go in spurts like this where I write until my fingers want to fall off, and then don’t for awhile.  BUT!  I have been working on my 101 list.  Here’s a few updates:

#15–I finally got around to calling Angie at Blush to have my eyebrows reshaped.  The last time I had someone wax my brows, I ended up looking like Greta Garbo–pencil thin brows with mile-high arches that created a look of perpetual surprise.  So you can understand my reluctance to turn over my brows to someone else for a second time.  I was seriously worried I’d end up like Christina from Grey’s and wander around mumbling how “Mamma took my eyebrows.” 

 However, Angie did a lovely job and I am now the proud owner/wearer of shapely, neat brows.  If I can find a close-up of the before look, I’ll post photos.

#43–While at Whole Foods the other day, I noticed that they were selling reusable grocery bags for $0.99 each.  And these are huge freakin’ bags.  Since the price was right (and I’d have to pay $0.30 for every disposable bag I used at WF that day) I decided it was a great time to take the plunge and start using them.  So far so good!  The only real problem is me remembering to get them out of my car.  And yesterday I noticed that I overloaded one of the WF bags (which is made out of 80% recycled materials) and now have a small hole at one of the seams.  Nothing that a little superglue and a lighter load won’t fix.  The best part about this goal is I feel ridiculously virtuous using these bags.  I mean, you’d think I was washing my clothes by hand with soap I had made and hung them out to dry on rope I braided, while plugging in my fully electric car.  THAT’S how much my chest puffs out when use these things.  :o)

 #77–This one is 80% completed.  The Hubby and I bought handles for the drawers and doors last weekend and yesterday we started the installation process.  All the holes are drilled and we’ve I’ve got handles on the doors, but the screws weren’t long enough to put them on the drawers.  Hopefully by midweek we’ll have made a Home Depot run and will get everything wrapped up.  Pictures to come once the project is finished. 

 #100–I am honestly surprised that I got around to this goal and got to cross it off so early!  See, the Hubby is NOT a fan of C&W.  But he knows I love Willie, so he offered to go to the show at The Backyard a few weeks ago without hesitation.  And we had a FANTASTIC time!!  Not only was Willie wonderful (I mean, he is getting up there and his energy isn’t what it once was), but the people watching was some of the best I’ve had in ages.  All sorts of people were at the show!  I swear to god one of the ZZ Top guys sat next to us, and about 2 rows down a group of screaming 50-something women swooned with lighters raised during Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground. 

 And speaking of songs, Willie played almost all of his hits (Whiskey River, Pancho & Lefty, Mammas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys, Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain, City of New Orleans, On the Road Again, etc.).  The only two songs that I missed were Big Booty (look it up on iTunes.  You won’t be sorry) and My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys.  But still…this 75 year old music icon rocked the Backyard in classic Willie style and I couldn’t have been happier with my first Willie show.  I really hope it won’t be my last.

Ketchup (aka #9, 38, 80, 94 & 96)

I’ve been meaning to post for about two weeks now, but a long weekend trip and a nasty cold were enough to “help” me put off the updates for awhile.  Thankfully I’m feeling better and more like blogging, so here goes…


I cut myself some slack on this one and decided that eating 5 fruits or veggies for 14 out of 21 days was good enough.  Surprisingly it wasn’t that hard.  I’m pretty concious of what I eat every day, so it only took a little bit more brain power to figure out how to work in the extra fruits and veggies.  I was hoping that the project would show in my hips, but alas…

No matter!  I really feel better about incorporating lots of good for me foods into my diet, so now I’m on a mission to try and get 8 servings of fruits or veggies a day.  Wish me luck!!


Okay so…I kinda got off easy on this one.  While we were in California, the Hubby and I went to Legoland.  It’s mini cities were VERY cool, but the rides were kind of weak.  We were under the impression that there were kiddie and adult rides.  Turns out they were mostly kiddie rides.  BUT I did ride a mini-roller coaster with Rob while we were there.  I am a HUGE weenie when it comes to anything that involves a free-fall, so actually the coasters at Legoland were about as scary/fast/loopy as I’d ever like to find myself.  So I get to cross this one off on a technicality, but Rob says that I’ll have to ride one real one with him at least once sometime soon.  Well see… :o)


The whole point of this goal was to see if the omega 3 pills would help the cats shed less.  It definitely worked for our dog, so we thought it worth the effort to try on our hair-factory cats.  After 3 weeks of almost daily force-feeding them pills (which is not fun for me OR them), it looks like it is working!  Yay!!  Queso and Louie are not at all happy about this new addition to their routine, even though it means they get treats every night too for suffering through it.  Too bad, because I am really loving not getting covered in fur when I sit down on the couch. 


There are days when I lament the Hubby’s sales job (like this morning when I had to get up at 5 a.m. to take him to the airport, and like tomorrow night when I’ll have to fight rush hour traffic on I-35 S to pick him up), but a few weeks ago I certainly was not complaining.  As a reward for a good 2007, his company sent all of the guys in his division and their spouses to Laguna Beach for a long weekend.  Everything was on the company’s dime–flights, rental cars, food, activities, etc.  So I decided this would be the perfect time to indulge in my breakfast in bed.  And the lovely folks at Laguna Cliffs Marriott were great.  Breakfast was yummy and speedy.  It was SO nice to lounge around and wait for someone to bring me breakfast in my jammies for once.  In fact, this may have to become a once-per-trip treat, because it doesn’t get much better than a snuggly bed and stack of pancakes.


After the Laguna Beach trip, I can add 4 new restaurants to my list:, Wolfgang Puck Cafe, Pomodoro
Harbor Grill, and In-N-Out Burger.  Wolfgang’s place (at South Coast Plaza) was awesome.  I ended up with the margarita pizza with pepperoni, which I thought was kind of a cop-out, safe choice out till I took a bite.  YUM.  YUM. YUM.  I do not regret one bite of that stuff. 

At the recommendation of Nestie Kim, Rob and I tried Pomodoro in Laguna Beach.  This place was FANTASTIC.  We had two appetizers (when on the company’s tab why not?)–the Ravioli di Zucca and Gamberi, and two HUGE entrees–Fettucini Alfredo and Mafaldine.  Rob LOVED the Gamberi, which was shrimp sauteed in this spectacular tomato garlic sauce and served with toasted garlic bread, so much that he’s been bugging me to email Bon Appetit to try to get the recipe.  And I was a big fan of the Mafaldine (pasta with shrimp, asparagus and a creamy tomato sauce).  We were so stuffed that we had to get our dessert to go.  :o)

The last night of our trip we went to the Harbor Grill and I did the most decadent thing I’ve ever done:  order an entire bottle of Moet & Chandon just for me.  Rob doesn’t like champagne, but oh how I do.  And again since the company’s buying…hee hee hee.  So our ordering went something like this:  Rob – “I’ll have a margarita.”  Polly – “And I’ll have a bottle of Moet & Chandon.”  And I could care less how much of an alcoholic I looked like.  It was divine.  Dinner started off with oysters on the half shell (for Rob.  I despise the slimy things) and lobster ravioli with a creamy basil sauce for the both of us.  For the main course Rob had snapper with a lemon tarragon aioli that was really really good, and I had the bouillabaisse.  I’ll be honest.  I’ve had better bouillabaisse (namely at Harrah’s in Vegas of all places).  So 2 out of 3 for the Harbor Grille wasn’t bad. 

After we cruised through Legoland and before we got to the airport we decided to see what all the fuss over In-N-Out Burgers was about.  And from what we can tell all you INO fans are just nuts.  To us it was just a regular ol’ fast food burger and with CRAP fries.  They were so freakin’ bland that according to my husband, they “weren’t worth the calories.”  The man that usually will eat anything didn’t finish his burger and only had about 5 fries.  To add insult to injury, we realized after the fact that since Legoland only took us 2 1/2 hours to tour, we easily could’ve ate at one of our favorite San Diego places, Point Loma Seafood.  But by the time we made it to SD, we weren’t hungry anymore and decided to just head for home. 

 All in all a great culinary weekend, with a forgettable finish. 

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