We’re going to dinner tonight … you know what that means? No cooking or dishes for moi. Woo Hoo!
Be good to yourself and each other. Namaste’
Well, as all of my readers know by now, it’s no secret that I love chocolate. So while we were in Tubac being tourists, we just happened to find Red Fox fudge. And since I can’t stand to NOT take pictures, I snapped this one of the box of fudge. Hubby had some ice cream, too. No wonder our clothes are all too tight – LOL!
Side note: The first time I went to New Orleans, I discovered beignets and all of the other wonderful foods that punctuate that city. I was there for a week and at the end of the week had to attend a formal dinner. Oops! The dress I had brought to wear was ever so snug by the time I ate my way through New Orleans. I had to call for help to get it zipped and I’m not kidding. But I had the time of my life and never regretted having to sit through that dinner holding my stomach in. Ha!
As you might notice in the photo, I took the liberty of changing the name to Red Foxy from Red Fox. Just thought it was fun and I did it cause I could 🙂 Namaste’
Once in a while I like to photograph my food and today I had an especially good lunch in a little out-of-the-way Italian place. Italian food is one of my favorites (aren’t they all?) so I was particularly happy when I found out that’s where we were going. The menu wasn’t huge and that also made me happy. I think too many choices just confuses people; especially hungry people. And did you ever notice that when you have a group around a table, almost everyone asks,”what are you having?” I finally narrowed it down to two choices: pasta pomodoro or tilapia. As you can see, I chose the tilapia, cooked just like veal piccata and served on a bed of fresh spinach, accompanied by fresh pasta in olive oil and garlic. I could have said no to the freshly grated parmesan cheese but I didn’t. Not on your life!
Side note: you’ll notice the capers on the tilapia. Well … when my son got out of the Army, I thought I’d make him a nice, home-cooked meal, so I prepared chicken piccata, complete with capers, etc. He ate everything on his plate and said, “Mom, I really don’t want to hurt your feelings but those peas were kind of bitter.” When I explained that they were capers, he laughed a huge belly laugh and told me that it would take him a while to get used to “civilian” food again. Namaste’