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One wafer-thin mint

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Darin and I had date night tonight. I’ve wanted to use date night for movies, but since there isn’t a damn movie out there right now I want to see, I decided we should go out and have a special dinner together. I picked Spago, because the one time we went there before I was newly pregnant with Simon and sick to my stomach. I don’t remember a thing about the meal other than that Darin, Fernando, and Nancy raved about the food.

So we had date night at Spago, which as date nights go doesn’t suck, and once perusing the menu we decided to go nuts and have the tasting menu.

The nine course tasting menu.

The nine course plus two desserts tasting menu.

Around the cheese course I wrote down what we’d had. I even managed to forget one—Darin remembered it, but we were both somewhat hazy at that point about where that course fit in. So here goes:

  1. spicy tuna roll in a Florentine-cookie type hardshell cone—the best damn spicy tuna roll I’ve ever had
  2. Jerusalem artichoke soup with two different sides of foie gras
  3. sweet shrimp ceviche
  4. agnolotti with truffle shavings
  5. sea scallop with pad thai noodles
  6. sea bass on a bed of parsnip potato puree
  7. guinea hen with brussel sprouts
  8. duck with foie gras
  9. the cheese cart, with unlimited cheese choices
  10. pear and fennel sorbet over blackberry and cassis granita
  11. two blocks of a chocolate layer cake with a tiny scoop of a chocolate gelato

Now, each course was kind of small—one scallop with a side of pad thai, instead of a gigantic entree. But still…after the first 17 small courses I was like, “I don’t really need the dessert.” My stomach actually hurts right now. That’s why you couldn’t eat like this night after night: not just the caloric intake, but you’d be in actual physical danger of your stomach exploding after a while.

But good God, this was a good meal.There’s a reason Spago has such a great reputation. Yum. Yum yum yum.

I like date night.

Update: It’s around 11pm and instant karma has bitten me on the, um, esophagus. I am having the worst heartburn I’ve experienced in some time, and I’ve been pregnant twice. I’ve opened up the Costco-sized bottle of Calcium Antacids (“Tropical flavors”) that I lived on while pregnant and I’m chewing them like…oog, I don’t even want to make a food-related analogy here.

I hope this feeling subsides soon, ’cause I’d sure like to get to sleep some time tonight.

Not dead yet

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Just very, very busy. Today, for example, I took Fia to the doctor, which involved telling her, calming her down, getting her dressed, telling her again where we were going, getting Darin to carry her to the car, and then letting her cling to me like a little minkey-baby while at the doctor’s. She didn’t talk at all while he was there, just made scared little nods and shakes of the head. “She talks, really really well,” I told him, but she wouldn’t make a sound.

The doctor left the exam room and Fia said, “We saw the doctor and it didn’t hurt at all!”

Then the nurse came in with the needle for the TB test. Heh.

After doing the eye test and drawing blood for a CBC test, we went to the doctor’s office for a finall wrap-up. He had some paperwork to do and ignored us for a bit. While we waited, Fia informed me of what we were going to do for the rest of the morning in great detail. Whereupon the doctor said, “So you can talk!”

You should have seen the look of consternation of Fia’s face. “Oh no, I’ve been found out!”

After the doctor’s I dropped Fia at a friend’s house while I took Simon to Gymboree, which is really “Baby and Parent Socialization Hour, with Parachutes.” Then we went back to the friend’s house, where we had an impromptu birthday party for Fia (can’t have too many of those, you know), before heading home, whereupon Fia and Simon were abducted by the babysitter to the zoo and I sat down to do two weeks’ worth of bills.

Whee. Ha.

It’s now 3 in the afternoon, which means I have a whole 90 minutes before the kids come back. So I have to run and do all my errands in the short amount of time I’ve got soon. Ciao.