1. Deviled quail eggs.
I found these quail eggs at a local Asian grocery. To imagine how the deviled eggs were made, think of me hunched over a plateful of eggs, each the size of your thumbnail, scooping minute yolk halves from so-thin-they’re-translucent whites. Feast your eyes, because I’m never making these again.
At least I got to use up about 1/8 teaspoon of fresh dill.
2. The Taste of Champaign-Urbana:
Even though it was nearly 90 degrees F and sunny yesterday, Peter and I ordered hot breakfast sandwiches from a local food truck, Cracked. I bought the Vegasm: “sautéed spinach, sun dried tomatoes, hash browns, a fried egg, sharp cheddar or pepper jack cheese, with garlic basil or spicy chipotle pesto”. As my mouth did not implode, I assume I got the garlic basil pesto. And it was delicious.
While I was taking the picture below with my crappy cell phone camera, Peter helpfully shoved his half-eaten sandwich behind mine so I could get a clear shot of his dental records. In case, you know, I ever need them.
We also bought a mini-crepe stuffed with Nutella and bananas. It wasn’t as good as the Paris one, partly because it was light on spread. Nutella can cover a multitude of culinary sins.
My favorite part of the picture above are the sunglasses sitting at an awkward angle with a double reflection of crepe hovering exactly where my eyes aren’t. Where’s Jessie with Googly-Eyes?
3. This shirt.
I saw someone wearing one at the Taste of C-U and now I want my own. Purely out of empathy, I assure you.
4. This octopus-shaped pudding cake:
The kids we gave the cake to also loved it.
5. My heirloom flowers are finally blooming.
No, not the sunflowers. There’s not much heirloom about flowers that grow over 10 feet tall (which, as Peter points out, is taller than our ceiling). I planted these seeds back in early March and they’ve just begun to bloom. And what a bloom! My mini-garden is a riot of pink and white.
Have a great week, dear reader!
Q: How was your weekend?