Food, glorious food

I really love food. I love eating at fancy restaurants. I annoy Jeff by walking down city streets and stopping to read every single menu posted outside. The thought of a 5 star, 5 course dinner gives me chills. Despite clipping coupons and gripping about gas prices, it's an expense I can totally justify. I still think fondly (and often) about the few really stellar meals I've consumed. I even love reading about other people's fine dining experiences.

I love cooking, too, especially when I have someone other than my taste-less husband to cook for (and, honey, no--taste is not subjective, you just don't have any--sorry.) I spend a good deal of time looking at food porn and drooling; I must have 300 recipes bookmarked, and look at them throughout my days.

One person who shares my passion for food is my oldest and dearest friend, Jess. Thirty years ago, our moms were members of a gourmet dinner club together, and we're continuing the tradition. The last time she was here, she introduced me to the incredible Chicken Marbella,
and my life hasn't been the same since. She arrived last night for a 5 day visit and we already have each night's menu written out. Tonight it's appetizers, Thursday is crab legs, Friday is Mexican (and craft!) night and Saturday is strawberry salad, beef tenderloin, stuffed tomatoes and potatoes au gratin. Yum.

So much for not eating past 6 o'clock this week. It's just not gonna happen. But at least when I'm starving again next week, I'll have some really good meals to look back on. And until her next visit, some really yummy sites to visit and drool over.