In August while I was in Seattle with Kelsi, we ate at a small Greek “hole in the wall” somewhere decently close to the market. All I remember is we were starving after having just clamored up a giant hill, and typing that out just now makes me fearful about running a marathon there. Inside the tiny restaurant we scanned the menu for something vegetarian (Kelsi no eat meat.) but still very greek. Then we spied it, grilled eggplant. In a gyro.
As we watched, the cook pulled out a large firm deep royal eggplant and proceeded to slice up and grill the vegetable before our very eyes. As you can guess, they were completely ridiculously delicious. It molested my every thought for a month after I returned home. Of course I made it my mission to replicate the stupid thing as best I could. Guess what?
So easy.
Recently my favorite local bakery, From the Hearth, opened a café and I was thrilled to try the menu. Perfect food paired with perfect bread, and a coffee shop as well.
As I was ordering a roasted vegetable panini, I spied the specials board featuring Tomato Basil soup. I ordered a small cup with my sandwich and the rest is a love story. I’m not real big on taking pictures of my food in crowded places, especially using my phone, but it was just too pretty.
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Objective: Snag a man.
Whether it be the beefcake you caught staring at your tits at the gym last week or the noodle-face you let stare at your tits while your watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, there is one meat above all others that will catch the attention of any man in a 15 mile radius. And I’m not talking about your damn vagina, but that’s pretty special too.
Bacon.
