We finally got to try Tupelo Honey Cafe. Everything I'd heard about it is true. Matt said, "I had high expectations, and this exceeded them." I concur. Would also like to add, that although it isn't pictured, it was the best asparagus I've ever eaten. I'm still thinking about those Appalachian egg rolls. How did I get so lucky as to be born in the era of food fusions?
Took me two days and five false starts, but I finally finished watching Les Miserables. I cried. I would have cried more if Matt hadn't been present with a commentary. There are plenty of haters, but I thought that the method of recording the actors singing was incredibly moving. I come away from every performance of Les Miserables with something new, and this was no exception.
If you're familiar with the musical, then you know that M. Thenardier can never remember Cosette's name. At one point he refers to her as "Courgette." This is French for zucchini. What better movie could there be for taking a break from a zucchini challenge?
We liked Tupelo Honey so much that we went back for brunch on Sunday with the sisters.
Our neighbors had us over to eat with them Saturday night. At dusk, I climbed over the fence to put up the birds. I will never get tired of looking at that sky over our property. When I went back to the neighbors', Matt was holding an hour-old keet (baby guinea fowl) to keep it warm. It was the color of a pussy willow catkins and almost as small.
Sunday afternoon Rebekah and I sat out on the back porch, listened to the rain, and played with acrylic paint. Matt questioned my ability to paint, but later he told me he'd frame my painting and hang it on the wall. That's love.
Just ask any of our overnight guests. We've needed a new coffee carafe for long time. When we went to Bed Bath and Beyond to buy one, they didn't carry it in store and had to order it for us. Since we had a 20% off coupon burning a hole in our pocket, Matt bought the Cuisinart ice cream maker he's been eyeing. We made roasted strawberry ice cream from Zoe Bakes. Zoe is behind the artisan bread that changed my life, but this ice cream was not life changing.
Ice cream is one of those things that really is better homemade. Even the best quality grocery ice creams like Haagen Dazs and High Road can't taste as fresh (I tried Jeni's Splendid Ice Cream once. I know she's the darling of the food blogging world, but I couldn't even finish the pint we bought. And I'd paid...no, I don't want to admit how much I paid). So, of course, this ice cream was good, but it wasn't spectacular. And it wasn't worth the mountain of dishes. I'm currently collecting ice cream recipes. Zucchini is so last week.*
* Just kidding! Zucchini is far from over. Already gearing up to try this, this and this.
Not pictured: the laundry village growing up in my laundry room, the turkey poop, the turkey's hitting me in the face with their wings when I tried to catch them, and us running 20 minutes late for breakfast while my hungry sisters waited. Some things just don't photograph well.
What did you do this weekend?