Jane is in town from New York, and asked us if we were free for dinner last night. I was determined that we were not going to take my friend of 15 years, who lives in the foodiest city in the world, to another crapcake chain restaurant. So we went to Burger Lounge and then continued on to Heaven Sent Desserts, where we shared:
1. Chocolate souffle with raspberries and cream
2. Strawberry Fraise (kind of like strawberry shortcake)
3. Mixed Berry Crisp with ice cream
4. Pink Coconut Snoballs (with a chocolate cake center, ostensibly for Jarrah)
It was a dessert orgy. Jarrah ate the most. (Really, I swear.) And I thought the Snoballs were the best.
Anyway, I got to thinking that it's very rare for us to have a great meal anymore, for several reasons:
1. Did I mention I hate chain restaurants? However:
2. Chain restaurants don't freak out if your child needs a caution cone.
3. Parenthood is expensive (especially babysitters) so David and I tend to eat somewhere fast and cheap when it's just the two of us.
4. I am tired and lazy now and can't commit to cooking something truly delicious.
On a separate but related note, I am not a good shopper. I buy things like bunches of leeks just so they can go off and get thrown away before I get motivated to read a recipe. And I have long ago learned (and then learned again, and again, and again) that there are certain things I just cannot be trusted to be alone with during the day, especially at nap time. Hence, today's official list:
THINGS I HAVE LEARNED THE HARD WAY NEVER, EVER TO BUY AT THE SUPERMARKET:
1. Haagen-Daz chocolate-chocolate chip ice cream
2. Hawaiian sweet rolls in the 24 pack
3. Blocks of sharp yellow cheddar cheese
4. Pillsbury cinammon rolls in the tube
5. Hostess Cherry Pies
6. Any cookie labeled "Reduced Fat!"
7. Black Licorice in the box (with 10 percent more!)
8. Fruit by the Foot
9. Frosted Pop Tarts
10. Oreo Double-Stuff (known in my family as "Double-Paste," but it's a long story)
What does it mean that I feel physically ill reading my items, and yet writing it made me want all of them?
Okay, Readers, your turn: What's your Forbidden Fruit? Or am I the only one with disgusting secret cravings?