This Valentine's weekend, I did not cook. I will have to save making Brownie Pudding for another holiday where eating ridiculous things is allowed.
No, I did not cook, but I did eat. I ate, and ate, and ate, and ate. Some of the highlights:
Ina Garten, you are naughty. With this recipe for Roasted Broccoli, you have turned this healthy vegetable into something else entirely. This tasted like I was doing something wrong, and I sure did like it.
Crispy pan-fried chicken. How come certain things taste better when other people make them? Is it because they put extra butter/oil/lard/crack in it that you would feel too guilty doing yourself? I definitely did NOT feel too guilty to eat this.
Cucina Pasta in Palm Desert. Old school Italian joint with homemade bread and THIS:
Pasta Aglio e Olio, which means garlic and oil. I think. That's definitely what it tastes like. Fresh garlic and lots of good olive oil and cheese and red pepper. A bowl of stupid goodness.
And finally... this:
Godiva chocolates. Okay, not a TOWER of boxes, but enough to make me never eat again.
Until breakfast very soon.