I'm eating an apple as I type this. A glorious, out of season Fuji, probably imported from like nine million miles away. Oh, well. Pobody's nerfect.
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I went to Nua again last week. And I'm going again this Friday (for my birthday!). To say that I am obsessed with their cauliflower is a gross understatement. It would be akin to saying that Joan Rivers has had a little work done, or Stalin was sort of a crab apple.
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I went to Maverick for brunch this weekend. Is it sacriligious to admit that I thought it was only so-so? I thought they were supposed to have the best brunch ever ever ever. Hmm. I loved the home fries, though; they make the best home fries ever ever ever, and I would absolutely go back just for those. Just a big-ass plate of home fries. Yessirree.
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Sunday night, Mr. Food Musings is taking me out for my birthday. Where are we going? It's a surprise! I LOVE surprises. (Well, some surprises. I hate the "candle in dessert at the restaurant" kind of surprise. Last time someone did that to me, I burst into tears. I was MORTIFIED. My family will never ever ever do that again.) But back to the good surprise -- which is itself a huge surprise, because although Mr. FM has many wonderful qualities and talents, planning ahead is not one of them. Nearly every birthday, he says something like, "I meant to get you flowers, but I forgot." (sigh) Anyway, this year he got his act together, even AFTER I booked my birthday dinner myself, and he refuses to tell me where we're going. Even if it's nowhere good, it's tummy-tingling fun not to know where! WHEEEE!
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