i heart food
this post is specifically being written to give a huge shout out to my aunt j. and uncle d. who rock.
they stopped by on their way home from hawaii for one day/night of city life before flying home to colorado. they were wonderful and took conor and i out to a wonderful meal. it was a wonderful night full of wonderful conversation. but i won't try to describe the food because i will only be mocked later when conor reads this. if you've ever read my past blogs, you surely know that i can't describe meals to save my life! everything is marked as 'delicious!' and 'tasty!'. all i can tell you is what everything looked like. but the food itself... how can you describe taste?
okay, since i know that both amber and lindsay just started crying, i have changed my mind and will describe it a little bit. at the very least, here's the summary of our dinner:
we ate at a place called 'quince' which is a hot new traditional italian place in san francisco.
starter courses included roasted squid, broccoli crostini, foie gras, and two small pasta dishes - one of which was served with this really yummy cheese that is made in some small italian town of like 50 people up a small winding road (i swear). and it's only available this time of year. but i can't remember the name. something -magne?
our main courses included conor's 'giant veal meatball' (there was an italian word for this that started with a p. which we all found quite humorous), sea bass, duck, and sausage with lentils.
desserts included meyer lemon eclairs, chocolate/hazlenut tart, cardamom and orange(?) upside down cake, and a lavendar flan-type thing (argh what was that called?) with a blackberry sauce drizzled around it.
mmm.
we drank 3 great wines - a white, a red, and a muscat. but woe is me who can't recall which wines they were. i do know that they were from piedmont. and they were great.
but the best part of the night wasn't dinner... it wasn't meeting for cocktails before dinner... it wasn't the nice weather... it was simply seeing my aunt and uncle. they told us all these great stories about their travels through europe. we were in stitches when told of their truffle quests. conor was impressed by their never-ending knowledge of food. and we both decided we have a lot to learn from them the two of them.
maybe i'll enlist conor and i as their apprenti, and we can tag along on all their future trips! wee! i'm sure they would just LOVE that...
they stopped by on their way home from hawaii for one day/night of city life before flying home to colorado. they were wonderful and took conor and i out to a wonderful meal. it was a wonderful night full of wonderful conversation. but i won't try to describe the food because i will only be mocked later when conor reads this. if you've ever read my past blogs, you surely know that i can't describe meals to save my life! everything is marked as 'delicious!' and 'tasty!'. all i can tell you is what everything looked like. but the food itself... how can you describe taste?
okay, since i know that both amber and lindsay just started crying, i have changed my mind and will describe it a little bit. at the very least, here's the summary of our dinner:
we ate at a place called 'quince' which is a hot new traditional italian place in san francisco.
starter courses included roasted squid, broccoli crostini, foie gras, and two small pasta dishes - one of which was served with this really yummy cheese that is made in some small italian town of like 50 people up a small winding road (i swear). and it's only available this time of year. but i can't remember the name. something -magne?
our main courses included conor's 'giant veal meatball' (there was an italian word for this that started with a p. which we all found quite humorous), sea bass, duck, and sausage with lentils.
desserts included meyer lemon eclairs, chocolate/hazlenut tart, cardamom and orange(?) upside down cake, and a lavendar flan-type thing (argh what was that called?) with a blackberry sauce drizzled around it.
mmm.
we drank 3 great wines - a white, a red, and a muscat. but woe is me who can't recall which wines they were. i do know that they were from piedmont. and they were great.
but the best part of the night wasn't dinner... it wasn't meeting for cocktails before dinner... it wasn't the nice weather... it was simply seeing my aunt and uncle. they told us all these great stories about their travels through europe. we were in stitches when told of their truffle quests. conor was impressed by their never-ending knowledge of food. and we both decided we have a lot to learn from them the two of them.
maybe i'll enlist conor and i as their apprenti, and we can tag along on all their future trips! wee! i'm sure they would just LOVE that...
posted by megan at
4:48:00 PM
1 Comments:
Well, first, if anyone gets to go on any of their trips, i get dibs, OK. Even though I already got the whole rundown of what you all ate at Quince (cuz i asked, of course), it is always fun reading about meals. I'm glad you enjoyed it and I'm definitely jealous! I can't believe their was a food word (the veal meatball) MY MOM didn't know! Shocking really. Anyhow, thanks for the foody shpeel, I always enjoy those (ya Lindsay).
Amber
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