Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Creme Brulee Confessions
They say confession is good for the soul. Actually, I read online that the actual Scottish proverb states, "Open confession is good for the soul."
I have a confession. An open one.
Last night my husband and I went on a date to Maggiano's, which is our favorite date restaurant. We were armed with a gift card from a friend and a good 4 1/2 hours until we needed to be home to relieve my mom from watching the kids. My husband says I am one of the only people he knows who reads the dessert menu first and then plans my meal around it. I did just that, only actually I already knew what I wanted from the Maggiano's dessert menu.
The creme brulee.
So I ate my meal (the fried zucchini appetizer which is a taste of perfection, and a chopped salad covered in crispy prosciutto and avocados) along with a healthy dose of their freshly baked bread and their cold, hard squares of butter (that were so perfectly salty and even had the word "butter" engraved on them which I found irresistible) and ordered my creme brulee.
And then I ate every single bite of it. Which wouldn't be such a big deal, except that if you have been to Maggiano's and seen their creme brulee, it is the size of my face. It is at least the size of two normal creme brulees, meaning that this was the same as me going to another restaurant, ordering a creme brulee, eating every bite, ordering another one, and eating every bite of that one.
(I actually did that once with the garden salad that comes with your meal at Glory Days when I was pregnant with Madi - I explained that I was very pregnant and having an intense craving for their house salad and would they mind bringing a refill? No, not of the drink, of the salad? The waiter obliged, probably because he was an 18 year old kid scared of a crazy pregnant chick.)
So I ate the whole creme brulee. The one that was the size of my face. My husband didn't even take one bite. He just marveled at my ability to singlehandedly demolish a massively huge portion of something so rich.
There, I confessed. Openly.
(Did I mention how delicious it was?! Oh, it was so good. Decadent, really.)
All right, glad that's off my chest, gotta go take some very healthy (ahem) zucchini muffins out of the oven, change the laundry, pick up my daughter from school, and teach some piano lessons.
All while dreaming of creme brulee and date nights with my handsome husband...