This isn’t my typical type of post… but I wanted to share. Last night was my “birthday dinner”, even though it’s not officially my birthday yet. Rather, I have birthday weeks. A girl only gets a birthday once a year, so I make the most of mine!
Typically my mom makes me a birthday dinner; something she loves to do since one of the ways my mom spells love is C-O-O-K-I-N-G. My mom is a top notch fabulous cook, any skills I have come from her. But since Mom is in Sioux Falls now, I had to resort to the second best meal I know: The Kitchen.
Last night my wonderful husband took me out to dinner at The Kitchen. It was a splurge…but remember, a girl only has a birthday once a year! If you want to read a “writers” experience at The Kitchen… this article does nicely: SacBee – The Kitchen (check out the video too!!) The chef, Noah Zonca, is a great guy. Gregarious and as funny/witty as people come, OH and very VERY talented at his craft of cooking. I totally dig that guy.
The meal was magnificent! It’s a 6-course meal and at “half-time” as I call it, they serve an amazing course of Sashimi (raw fish)… but I’m terribly allergic to anything that lives or swims in the water. So, upon request, Noah made me a special course of Fioe Gras. If you don’t know what that is, let me take a minute to gross you out… Fioe Gras (pronounced faw-graw) is a fancy French name for…liver. But not just any liver, it’s a duck or goose that has been fed a fatty diet. So the end product, Fioe Gras, is buttery smooth. I think there are many people that protest this product, and that the animal is treated unfairly…. But I’m a SERIOUS carnivore (I love meat), and I crave this indulgent rare treat. Noah gave me a very generous portion. It is such a rich food that you only eat a little bit, like 1 or at best 2 ounces. I had a plate of probably 6 ounces and I ate half of it. I paid for this mindless mistake.
There is a phrase I forgot as I consume this special dish: “Too much of a good thing“. I think what resulted from eating this indulgent and fatty meal was probably a gallbladder attack. Oh how I loved the Fioe Gras, and oh how I wish I didn’t eat as much of it as I did… There is probably some Proverb that should come to mind about this experience, but I’m drawing a blank. Now it’s morning and I feel MUCH better. I think I will dine on soothing mint tea and delicious salty saltine crackers the rest of the day 🙂 Maybe, just maybe, I’ll treat myself to some frozen yogurt this evening.
Lastly: Mom thanks for the beautiful flowers… You are the best – LOVE you! Mom, if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be. And I wouldn’t be able to celebrate birthdays in my crazy ways (gallbladder attacks and all).