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Most of the weekend was spent eating. Friday night was Jennifer’s spaghetti. It was wonderful—I’m adjusting my own recipe now. She also brought salad from her favorite pizza place in Charleston and it may have looked ordinary, but it certainly did not taste ordinary.
Saturday morning was our turn and we made crème brulée french toast with bacon. Usually Keith and I go with turkey bacon, but we decided to splurge and ended up getting a slab of thick-cut real bacon. I don’t want to talk about the amount of grease it produced, but it was directly proportional to it’s flavor. The french toast was not-too-shabby either, but we were just getting started.
Saturday afternoon was mexican and then it was on to the pièce de résistance—Zambra’s. We had dinner there and after an initially frustrating get-in-the-door experience, everything was incredible. Pomegranate pork spring rolls, gnocci with bittersweet chocolate, lamb taco, veal cheeks (Keith was adventurous and I am GLAD), sesamae seared scallops, sheepshead and chips…it was endless. Topped off by a chocolate torte with sea salt, we waddled out of there. (What I gained in weight, I lost in my wallet.)
Stuffed and Happy
Bruch was mexican-inspired and I don’t know exactly what I had, but there were eggs and it was spicy and I was happy. Jennifer’s parents met us and we had a wonderful time.
We managed to do a couple of things that didn’t involve food. The weather wasn’t very cooperative and I’m afraid Jennifer and Grant felt like they were in the tundra after leaving Charleston. We drove through the Blue Ridge Parkway—I love the changing of the leaves. I don’t know how anyone can’t be happy looking at that.
We also wandered around downtown and found that Asheville is a nice town…natural…but nice. I’ll go back at some point. Especially since I still need to go to the Biltmore Dairy Barn.
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