Tuesday, April 30, 2013
It was a little past ten-thirty in the morning. Traditionally, bacon and eggs or pancakes are standard breakfast fare. And I was heading there. Then, I saw it! This gloss poster of their Pesto Burger. I was mesmerized. The picture was so enticing. It looked real enough to eat. I don't know how long I'd stood there looking at the poster, but the manager cleared his throat twice to get my attention. I inquired as to whether I could have that burger beauty. He told I could have anything on their menu I wanted anytime I wanted it. JACKPOT!!!!! I was going to have a burger for breakfast. WOOHOO!!!!! I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I have a love affair with burgers. From fat juicy patties to cute little sliders, I love the all as long as they are cooked well.
The manager seated me and gave me a menu. For a few seconds, I vacillated on a traditional meal or being a rebel. Rebellion won out and I ordered the Pesto Burger which came with a side of sweet potato fries. As I waited for my 'breakfast', I was a little anxious. That burger on the poster was downright sexy with a hint of roasted red pepper peaking out, topped with a creamy goat cheese. Would that be the burger I received? We have all been seduced by pictures of towering well put together sandwiches of ground meat, cheese, and veggies only to be confronted by a jumbled stack of ingredients leaving us with nothing but lead in our stomachs and regret on our lips.
Imagine my surprise and delight when what arrived in front of me was a very realistic rendition of that delicious poster. Even better was that first bite. The bun was sweet and soft. The burger was cooked perfectly, warm pink center and dripping with juice. The pesto was subtle and mixed wonderfully with the roasted red peppers and that fresh goat cheese. I'm getting hungry just thinking about it. The accompanying sweet potato fries were good, but I didn't do them any justice. Maybe next time.
This has to be in my top ten burger experiences. I am looking forward to trying it again. If you're in the Springfield, VA area and looking for a tasty treat, drop by the Silver Diner. They'll take good care of you.
Friday, April 26, 2013
I must say that I'll be going back to Houlihan's again!
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Well, I really am a slacker. I haven't checked in here in nearly two years. Quite a few things have happened. One thing that hasn't is my love of baking. I haven't given up my dream of having my own baking spot. And I spend as many hours as time and money allows working on recipes. Sometimes, I even get to collaborate with some really cool people. My other passion is getting the most bang for my grocery buck. I love a good deal! This is enough for the day. I have to pace myself.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
On Wednesday, I spoke with one of the most centered people that I know. We spoke of my fear how it is the stick jamming up the wheel of life. And that is what I have let it do to my life. Fear has kept me paralyzed and stunted my creativity and freedom. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was seeing it clearly.
Yesterday, I also spoke to someone who had been where I am. Her advice was to keep working, but not to give up my dream. Be patient, have a plan, and start making my fledgling business grow. She encouraged me to stay focused and offered her support.
Being successful is about having the right tools, good motivation/motivators, and passion. I now have some of the components that I know I was lacking. Now, I'm not going out and quitting my job, but I am going to mine my potential and make my dreams come true. I will keep the channels of communication open with those who help feed my passion for cookies, cakes, pies and assorted baked goodies. I want to one day in the near future bring the tastiest products to all of my family, friends and fans!
What are you afraid of? What is your dream? Where does your passion lie? What are you doing to make it a reality? Have you gotten complacent and caught up like I did? Let's talk about it.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
So, this brings me to a crossroad. I like the stability of a job, but I need the freedom of my kitchen. I long to be covered in flour surrounded by the scents of cinnamon, vanilla, lemon and that oh so intoxicating aroma of brown sugar melting with butter. In my lonely cubicle, I feel as if I am dying a slow agonizing death one order record at a time. There is no passion here, no fire, no satisfaction. There is no joy here. I know where my joy lives. It lives in my kitchen. Baking dwells in my heart. When the two are together, we produce a love unlike anything you've ever tasted before.
I'll keep you posted on when my joy and I can be together permanently. If all goes right, it will be soon. Get your wish lists ready.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I don't know where the whole idea of rushing to the grocery store came from. Where I grew up, that really wasn't an option. Mom could make homemade bread. My aunt had chickens so eggs weren't a problem. And these women were country folk so there was always some evaporated milk in the cupboard when fresh wasn't available. You just made do with what you had. I miss those ladies.
I actually miss being snowed in with them. My mom used to make us something called snow cream. She's collect fresh snow (never the first falling though). Then, she'd make a custard and let it cool. She's mix the snow into that then freeze the mixture. It was so good. Of course, I loved anything sweet, but I'd like to think that the snow cream was better than ice cream. It was special because you couldn't have it all of the time.
What did you do as a kid when you got snowed in? What do you do now?