All the time? Because lately I can’t seem to get enough of it. I want to make these parmesan tomatoes that I found on Pinterest, my new favorite time waster. I historically have not liked tomatoes. Pretty emphatically actually.
*Note to Self: Must work out this week.*
Finally, this recipe from Southern Living for zucchini & spinach lasagna had me at hello.
In other foodie news, we finally made our way over to Sunny Point Cafe in Asheville this weekend with some friends for brunch. Uh, WOW. I feel a little stupid for not having eaten their before because it’s a bit of a local institution. Oh yea, they also serve DELICIOUS food.
(I apologize for the lack of pictures from Sunny Point Cafe, but we’re still debating the smart phone committment around here. Can we say analysis paralysis?)
Plus, Sunny Point is truly Ashevillian, with their own organic garden right behind the restaurant to supply a fair share of the veggies found on your plate. They even allow patrons to walk around their garden and see what they are growing.This is where if I had a smart phone, you’d marvel at some funky shaped tomatoes and seriously lush basil plants. So picture that in your pretty little head.
Sunny Point sources the remainder of their veggies and most (if not all, I think) of their meats (humanely raised, hormone free of course) from local farms. I’m sure I left out some other key phrases (free range?) but basically it has everything short of a Michael Pollan endorsement. So we can all bask in our self-righteousness post-meal.
(I kid, I kid of course. Those are all super fantastic things and mad props to SPC for rocking it out on both the ethical and the tasty fronts.)
I ordered the chicken salad and it was good, but clearly I picked the wrong dish. I was a little jealous of one friend’s breakfast salad and another’s chorizo hash. But it was Somanna’s huevos rancheros that caused a major identity crisis. Lemme tell you a somethin’ Lucy, those huevos rancheros rocked
my face off. I mean his, not that I kept ignoring my chicken salad and stealing nibbles from his plate or anything.
And you want to know what’s really crazy about that last paragraph? I DON”T EVEN EAT EGGS. Or at least I didn’t used to. In fact, I used to throw them in my mother’s face as a toddler. It’s kind of been a life defining dislike. Do you know how hard it is to not like eggs in this world? It’s the universal breakfast food and I have been part of a small, tiny minority that doesn’t eat them. And today, there I was,
stealing sharing a meal with da hubs and EATING EGGS and LIKING THEM.
I don’t even know who I am anymore.
But apparently I love cheese, pasta and now eggs and tomatoes.
If I start voting Republican, someone call a doctor.