Good Morning yall!!!!
I’m up early since I AM GOING ON VACATION TODAY! I can’t tell you how much I need a break. This wont be a long break though… just 5 full days…. but I’m so happy I can relax and get my mind off work for a little while. The hubby couldn’t get off though so I’m taking this short vacation with one of my girlfriends, who is as desperately in need for a break as me….
Since I’m leaving the sweet hubby behind we decided to go out to dinner last night. And we had so much fun, laughing and talking together. We went to a seafood restaurant (one with lobsters and crabs playing around in the windows before you mindlessly eat them!)…. I had the all-you-can-eat raw oysters meal and the hubby had a HUGE seafood platter with lots of shells, a crab, some crawfish and shrimps… Well, I stuffed myself silly with oysters, but gave up after 36! Still pretty good, but the waiter put me to shame by telling me that one person ate 13 servings of 12 oysters! Can you imagine: 156 oysters!!!!
We were pretty “seafooded out” by the end of our meal. But we still ordered desserts. Crazy, huh? I had the “Café gourmand”: an expresso served with a mini creme brulée, a scoop of sea salt caramel ice cream and a mini cup of fruit salad. And the hubby had a “baba au rhum”, a spongy cake soaked in rum with a lot of whipped cream. They even bring the rum bottle to the table for you to enjoy as much as you want on your cake…. INSANE!!!
Well, as you can see, it was a pretty extravagant dinner!!!! We first thought it would be an interesting meal to share with our american friends when they come visit…. But then decided that all you can eat raw seafood is something you can only truly enjoy if you are born French or have lived here long enough to start swearing in French when you walk in dog doo on a parisian sidewalk. And even then, only on special occasions, that should come few and far appart…. It’s kind of like andouillette or langue de boeuf….
So american fellows, enjoy your fried seafood as much as you can! After a meal like that one, the only way I can eat oysters again is fried in a Po Boy sandwich….