Yesterday on my way to work, I got the impression that I'd just missed the Running of the Armadillo. I must have swerved out my lane at least a half-dozen times (which is never good on a narrow winding road) trying to avoid the previously squished. And then I rounded a corner and came really close to hitting a damn vulture that was feasting on an animal that HAD made it to the side of the road. Dumb birds!
And yet I still believe that taking the back road to work is more fun. Sure, you occasionally get stuck behind a rock truck or a cement mixer going 20 where the speed limit is 45, but it's still faster than sitting in that late morning 192 traffic.
So was anyone out there wondering what I had for dinner last night? Well, I had a chicken sandwich (leftover baked chicken) with provolone and dijon-horseradish mustard on a whole wheat bun. And then our sous chef came in and said that we were doing a great job, and that the kitchen appreciates our hard work... and she brought us each a serving of Kurobuta Pork Tenderloin on a Corn Cake and a Cherry Cider Reduction. Kurobuta pork comes from pure-bred Berkshire hogs, and is considered the "Kobe of pork." I didn't realize that... until I tasted it.
Wow!
In the words of Little Orphan Annie, "I think I'm gonna like it here!"
1 comment:
Oh! I miss the taste panels! Um, I don't know what Kobe is, but it sounds like a high standard. I'd like to be known as the Kobe of Motherhood! :)
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