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toosutoCall it a date or a tasty farewell dinner to my dignity before I start begging the people at BK to let me flip their burgers or boil their fries in oil. When I stop and think about it most important dates and events are remembered through food: the best birthday (9/12/2001) ever at the Swiss Tacoma, filled with tasty bar sammiches and many many pitchers of fine northwest beers; the best birthday dinner ever in SLO with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
slownewsday (2002), filled with so much crab and wine (but mostly crab), and the spree of eateries I visited as soon as I was back in Spokane: Benedito's, the Viking, Sonic Burrito et all.
So last night the Wife™ and I used up the last of our christmas moneys and made our way to Milford's (a local fish house). An hour and a half, one grilled chilean sea bass, one baked alaskan chinook salmon (stuffed with dungeness and brie), a pint of beer and several crab stuffed mushrooms later we emerged, completely satisfied. With one or two exceptions I've now said my good byes to the little pleasures of pretending to have any fiscal freedom: being able to decide that cooking is too much work, or simply would take too long or whatever the excuse is. It's time to suck it up, tighten the belt because the way things are going god knows when I'll have an income again. But it was still worth it. Mmmm, so worth it.
slownewsday (2002), filled with so much crab and wine (but mostly crab), and the spree of eateries I visited as soon as I was back in Spokane: Benedito's, the Viking, Sonic Burrito et all.So last night the Wife™ and I used up the last of our christmas moneys and made our way to Milford's (a local fish house). An hour and a half, one grilled chilean sea bass, one baked alaskan chinook salmon (stuffed with dungeness and brie), a pint of beer and several crab stuffed mushrooms later we emerged, completely satisfied. With one or two exceptions I've now said my good byes to the little pleasures of pretending to have any fiscal freedom: being able to decide that cooking is too much work, or simply would take too long or whatever the excuse is. It's time to suck it up, tighten the belt because the way things are going god knows when I'll have an income again. But it was still worth it. Mmmm, so worth it.