Pie. It’s so very Americana. I don’t usually make pies, unless it’s the Christmas holiday season, in which case fresh pumpkin pies and dark chocolate pecan pies are a must on my list. But I was recently in a “pie mood,” and maybe it’s because everywhere I look there is fruit waiting to be put into something. So I found an excuse to make several, and I had to include a nice wild blueberry pie on that list. Continue reading
Guess who brought me a special treat last night? While I was home, slogging through the “witching hour” and the bedtime routine with the two shortest (grouchiest) people in the house, Dave was in Denver for a dinner meeting. It was conveniently located near “d bar” — and my genius husband thought to bring a little something home for me. This is a place I now need to visit after one look at the most original bon-bons I have ever laid eyes on. Not only are they individual pieces of art, but they are ethereal to the tongue. The hardest part is not being able to have my cake and eat it too, so to speak. I want to keep adoring the jewel-chocolates, but I also want to eat them. Life is full of tough choices, but one must forge (forage in this case?) ahead and so . . . we ate. Afterward I told Dave: “I think I’m experiencing eater’s remorse.” As delicious as the chocolates were, I couldn’t help but morn the loss of such art. Ironic. Now, we only sampled three so far (he gets half, I get half: we eat them at the same time in order to synchronize the experience… how’s that for obsessive?), but the blue one was a dark chocolate shell with ganache. The second was the light caramel color shown at the end of the line, with, as you would guess- caramel inside. The third was the yellow turning to orange (shown second to last in the line-up) which was white chocolate filled with an unbelieveable passion fruit mousse center). Think transcendence. Sorry, no shots of the insides . . . we were too busy savoring to think of pictures. You will have to see the truth for yourselves someday.
“Who says concert food sucks?” Dave turned to me, looking quite satisfied with our little picnic on the field of Denver’s Invesco Stadium. We, I mean our food, caught the eye of several others near us who were nibbling less enthusiastically on their “food” bought at the stadium. A couple of people even went out of their way to comment on how good our sandwiches looked. It made me laugh because our fare was so simple — but then, you should have seen what they had to eat!
Yes, we were there to see U2. The 360 Tour. All thanks to Conor and Megan who generously gave us their tickets (and all congratulations to them on the birth of their darling daughter Clio this week!). But even with all the excitement and anticipation that preceeded the big day, I kept pestering Dave with one question: “What are we going to eat?” Continue reading
