A few weeks ago I was invited to a friend’s birthday party at the Ruth Chris in Restaurant Row. Excited for steak? Yes. Excited for the sweet potato casserole and garlic mashed potatoes and creamed spinach? Even More. I’m a firm believer that I could walk into a steak house and leave happy consuming no steak and every single one of the sides and dessert. I’m a sides & starch & sweets lady.
But of everything I ate that night, and trust me, I ate quite a bit, I only took a picture of one item. Why? Well I didn’t want to embarrass everyone, especially the birthday girl and it would have been quite rude of me to bust out my camera every five seconds. But I did make sure to get a photo of the most important order the night.
Well, duh…BREAD PUDDING! You already know I love BP in any shape, size and form. I do not discriminate. Unless it doesn’t taste good. I was EXCITED for this BP! I even looked up the menu online, anticipating the, “Bread Pudding with Whiskey Sauce – Our definitive version of a traditional New Orleans favorite.” So we ordered. And it came. And it was huge. But you know what? It was just an okay BP that left me longing for a square from Kakaako Kitchen. Not warm enough, and the outside wasn’t as crisp as the dark shade of brown would lead you to believe. The sauce was super rum-my, good or bad depending on your preference, soaking through the textureless, gummy innards. The high point: an abundance of raisins studded throughout the pudding, there was clearly no shortage. And raisins are good for the tastebuds, so that made me happy. One more BP down, a bazillion more to go! :)
For me, leafing through a recently-released compendium of teas with many first-flush single-origin varieties is akin to salivating over those luscious photos of vegetables in a seed-seller’s catalogue: Each entry promising something new, summoning a hopeful if guarded belief in Nature and the growing conditions of my garden. What will the … Continue reading