On Saturday I treated myself to tea after a particularly tough week. I checked online and found out that the specials all sounded awesome. So here's the "special" lunch I ate:
The color's a little off since I didn't use my flash. This is Tomato Basil Bisque (hearty but not too thick), Cashew Chicken Salad on a Croissant (also had grapes, so yummy I ordered a whole sandwich instead of a half), and the best part was the Fruited Green Salad (lots of fruit: apples, pears, craisins, etc. and almonds I think, swiss cheese and maybe Poppy Seed Dressing?). I think I'm remembering right. Laurie can correct me if I'm wrong. Everything was so good! And it all went together really well. After all that food I should have stopped. But I had started a second pot of Vanilla tea, and I couldn't let it go to waste. I had to use it to wash down dessert. The dessert special was this mini bundt cake:
Isn't it purty? It was cherry with little bitty chocolate chips and a cherry yogurt glaze. I'm not usually a fan of fruit and chocolate together, but I ordered it anyway and I'm really glad. The cherry flavor was very subtle and the cake was super thick and dense. In fact, I only ate half and had to take the rest home. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the Mint M&M's cookie I also ate (Shh, don't tell.) Also, isn't the plate beautiful? Someday I'm going to have a giant house and fill one room with beautiful china like this. And I'll call it The White House...oh, wait.
I'm thinking I need to start posting only recipes I make from Cooking Light magazine. My clothes are getting a little snug from all of this tea (with cream and sugar and food) I've been drinking. Another thing to add to my Road to Hell Paved with Good Intentions New Year's Resolution List.
Okay, I should head off to bed. Our district is two hours late tomorrow (as it was today, yay!) but I am supposed to get there as soon as I safely can and the roads are pretty good so I'm thinking of all the stuff I can get done before the kids arrive. I get so much more work done at school when there are no children around. Ah, the irony!