Herself: Determined to go to the fair and to walk the fair…economically and sitting down when my hip failed.
WW foods for the day: Just yogurt for breakfast. Lunch half a sandwich and a handful of small green olives. Diet coke. Dinner was another matter. Weekends seem to be my downfall.
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That thoughtful lady left me the name, Terra an American Bistro, and today off we went. (Warning: If you are hungry, vegetarian - tho they have veggie starters and entrées, or dieting, do not read this.)
A light, fresh bread with a perfect crust filled our imaginations while we read our menus….with a gentle humus spread on the side. I tried to be gentle using it. I picked from the three course early tasting menu while the Geezer chose the Pumpkin Raviolis with roasted corn cream, toasted hazelnuts followed by a flat bread pizza entre of the Chicken Fennel Sausage, smoked tomato, and fennel confit, asiago & jack cheeses were on top. He was really pleased with all the new tastes. “A culinary delight” he told me. He finished off his meal with an unneeded but much appreciated Ricota crustless cheesecake.
My apple and poblano chili soup was better than delicious. I will return for just this soup again raving, enthusiastic, and miserable if it is not the soup of the day. The soup was followed by my entre: “Chipotle Skirt Steak, with black beans, pico de gallo, chili, honey glazed potato and red onion quesadilla, field greens, and with avocado crema” gesturally over the top. The steak was perfectly rare, the quesadilla was a little too chili hot, but there were fresh greens on the side gently touched by a balsamic vinaigrette.
I must confess, I was in love. Those two things were quite enough to fill me comfortably.
Desert was tiny and ambrosicial. Lemme tell you. “Mini Flourless Chocolate Cake,
balsamic caramel, topped with real whipped cream, and a piece of real short bread on the side” with a touch of mint. The whipped cream was real, the balsamic caramel was an absolutely new taste, and just then the chef stopped by the table. So I told him how we found him and what we thought of the food. We all smiled. “See you soon,” he said. I didn’t give him the bad news, but I have come home to figure out the Weight Watcher points from that magical meal.
Hmmmmm, how many points would fruit soup be, do you think?