I ate too much last night. I thought I'd die. I had to go lay down and read Vanity Fair magazine.
I hate it when that happens.
Which is every night. Almost. Not the Vanity Fair magazine part. Sometimes I read books. I should fix my plate every night and then take half of it off and put it back. I swear.
Anyway, enough about that stuff. So it's Valentine's Day. Whoo-hoo! I sort of hate Valentine's Day. I actually got Mr. Moon something for Valentine's this year. At the Costco. It wasn't hummus though. I hope he's not reading this but he might be so I won't say what I got him.
I was reading Tearful's blog post over at Plate and Fork (Eat What You Want And Die Like A Man!) and he put up his menu for the Valentine's meal he was making for his love. It was swoony-food, and that's for sure. I made that big supper I talked about on my post last night and now I think I might not eat again for the rest of my life.
Well. That's a lie.
Have you tried this shit?
Not the Cholulu, although that's good too. No. I mean the grilled vegetables.
I swear to you, I could live on those things on bread. Yeah, real good for you since they're packed in straight olive oil. Maybe I'd need a slice of cheese every now and then to go with the vegetables and bread.
I think for our Valentines, we might actually drive to the coast and have supper. Well, sort of the coast. Spring Creek. (Check out that link. You can see a little slide show of their delicious foods.) That's what we're thinking about doing. Spring Creek Restaurant has been in business for a long, long time. The menu hardly ever varies, except as to which seafoods are available or in season. The first thing you get, always, is a big bowl of iceberg lettuce. I am not kidding you. It has a few cherry tomatoes in it, a few green onions and a few chopped up cucumbers. They bring you a wine bottle filled with their delicious salad dressing and a mason jar with croutons and a mason jar with bacon bits.
This is fine dining.
They like to fry their seafood. Fried mullet is always good. So is fried shrimp. Also, fried oysters. Their fried hushpuppies can't be beat. Also, they have cheese grits. Of course. They make a lovely fried bacon-wrapped/crab-stuffed shrimp. I mean, if you're going to die like a man, you might as well die like a fat man.
I don't know why I'm talking about this. I already still feel sick from last night's supper.
Anyway, that's where we might go. It's a long drive but that's nice too. And after supper you can walk down to the water and feed your leftovers (if you have any) to one of the seemingly thousands of feral cats who wander around and weave themselves between your legs.
I think I may be sick now.
I'm going to go to Thomasville with Kathleen today to see Dr. McCutyPie. We are talking about having lunch after the appointment.
Because I need more food.
Happy Valentine's Day y'all. Did you get the ruby rings I sent you? I hope so.
I love you.