Warning: this isn’t ground-breaking analysis here (and apologies for this post’s title). But, I thought it worth mentioning how much I enjoyed my brunch at Taverna yesterday. My husband and I were sans toddler and dressed-uppish from Mass, and, although we frequent Ozona, we were feeling a little more spiffy than the hungover masses we would rub shoulders with at the bloody Mary bar. Taverna’s bottomless mimosas—much stronger than on my last visit—and Eggs Al Forno all ‘Olio Tartufato (two fried eggs laid neatly on bruschetta, plated with breakfast potatoes and a side of ham subbed for sausage, all drizzled with truffle oil) fit the bill. I left feeling tipsy and pleasingly full. What more could you ask for before noon on a Sunday?
On Saturday, Jessica, Elizabeth and I headed down to Victory Park for the 2nd annual Crawfish Boil. The weather was perfect for being outside and JJ in particular was excited to eat some crawfish. The party was kind of a bust. For some reason people didn’t come out for it (was it the $10 cover since it was free last year?), and we waited about 45 minutes for our crawfish, which were dumped into a canoe and then scooped out by waiting customers like us (Which was the reason it was all running out so quickly–people were taking two and three styrofoam containers overflowing with the things. Really people!). When we finally got them (see picture), the afternoon got much better. We sat in the shade, drank beers, and got our fingers dirty. This got us talking about where else we can go to do this same thing next weekend? Dodie’s? Aw Shucks? Advice please.
There isn’t anything local about this bit of news. I’m sorry for that. However, my mom just sent me this link and it scared the crap out of me just to look at it. Would anyone actually do this? (And what if you have to go to the bathroom?)
Last week, in a fit of baking-nerdness, I cut out the recipe for the Pillsbury Bake-Off $1 million winner—Double-Delight Peanut Butter Cookies—from the DMN’s Taste section. This weekend, I tested it out. Despite my utter lack of technique and bastardization of the cookie-forming process, the end result was not half bad. I am a cookie monster and easy prey for any and all homemade treats, but my husband schlepped the cookies to his Saturday night poker game, where they apparently went over as well as they did in my kitchen.