Best Cullen skink in Glasgow? Café Gandolfi. How do they make this up? It’s online. And we were parked right across the street. Serendipitously! Purely! And, Colleen read the menu and we made a reservation. It was later we searched and found this restaurant to be rated. Ok! It was still pure luck that we dropped in.
Ubiquitous Chip restaurant was near the top of every list for restaurants in my online search. We were curious. The name derived and was counter to chips – they served none. The food was pretty. The service was great. We were glad we came. I think probably once was enough. That’s just my opinion. The potatoes were good.
Scottish things. Harris tweed vest? Cullen skink? Ummm, that would be a fish chowder with smoked haddock and potato… think rich, delicious clam chowder in America – no clam, of course. Good! We searched it out and Colleen loved it from the first taste. Thereafter, we sought it again and compared preparation in various restaurants. Eventually, we barbecued some haddock and made our own version. She enjoyed each and every try we made. The unappetizing “name” is derived from the Scottish town of origin for the recipe and the shank (skink) bones used for the broth, hence Cullen skink. “Skink” in West Virginia refers to a small pesky lizard. Me? I was bemused and ‘passed’ on the whole culinary experience.
By the time I will have posted this to my blog, the Impossible Burger will be commonplace. It’s not meat! It’s plant based. It’s nothing to look at. It tastes just like a Whopper. Which is to say, it was never fine dining, but, for fast food, it was a meal. I hedged my bet and got a $1.49 chicken nugget special to go with it. We are not craving our next burger. But for what it was advertised, it wasn’t a disappointment. … been there, done that.
Preserve restaurant, Annapolis. My choice. My first meal home when I returned from Saudi. I’m not sure we have been back since. It’s not exactly healthy. Deep fried kale. Delicious! That’s why it has to be bad for you. Happy! You bet! The restaurant is still there. I recommend it. It lost its allure when I could go there at will. On some level you realize that you can’t eat deep fried food too often.
Do you judge a book by its cover? Here is a restaurant that has a dramatic entrance – or I guess this is the exit. It’s dramatic! I would eat here. We didn’t have the time. At midday, there was no sign of diners. Ambiance! 5 stars.
This was another joke. We found it in the nursery near the end of the spring planting season. It’s taller than me. There were tomatoes on it. I figured the cost per tomato vs the cost. I came to less than the retail price at the farmer’s market. We had a lot of fun with the plant but the joke has since faded. Some of the family liked eating the tomatoes. The blight took most of the leaves. The top wilted and the whole plant wilted shorter and shorter. Tomato worms provided more color photos. All in all I would not repeat the joke. The other Walmart (special) tomato plant is thriving without blight but there are few tomatoes. Me ‘n tomatoes? We are not a match.
Feather loves mint chip ice cream. How? I don’t know. She was all over me one night as I ate. She proceeded to lick my bowl clean. Now she gets the cold treat before I’m done. I put some on the table and she licks and gobbles it up. None of the other cats have shown any interest in ice cream. Chocolate is bad for cats. I didn’t notice a small chip. Feather was smart enough to leave it behind. Now I have read cats won’t willingly eat chocolate on their own. Maybe it’s like broccoli and peas for me?
We returned to the scene of our wedding day. The group was headed to a local pizza joint for the specials. The place was crowded. But Nantucket was welcoming. We arrived just before the thunderstorm hit. And we finished as the storm ended. We caught a rainbow and the sunset on the bay. I must admit it was indeed a very happy circumstance.
We have a lot of strawberry plants among the pots of flowers on the deck. I wait and wait. And often I am too late to catch the strawberries at the peak moment of ripeness. Not always. One can always savor the first bite of the strawberry you grew in your own garden. You don’t ever get enough. In fact it’s more like an accent. There never seem to be enough for dessert.