1 Day Till French Laundry…

On The 12th Day Till French Laundry

My True Love Gave To Me

12 Gracious Gifts

So I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this yet, but I’m Turning 30 tomorrow!

Quick story: The whole reason this whole French Laundry thing got started was for me to celebrate turning 30 in style (thank you to my Brother). I appreciate anyone who has been following my countdown and apologize to any readers that may have been too cheesed out.  Actually I don’t give a crap if you’re too cheesed out (the new 30 me speaking).

So yes, I’m leaving a decade and entering a new me, the 30’s. These are the gifts I am giving to myself entering this new era and leaving the 20’s in the dust. One thing I’ve learned in 30 years is that the best gifts are the ones you cant see.  Here goes…Dear Me:  1. Honesty, I’ll send it back if it aint good. 2. Say sorry less 3. Be grateful more 4. Commit random acts of kindness, buy a few lunches for random strangers and good friends 5. Laugh 6. Take life less seriously 6. Own my saucy self 7. More hot dates 8. Less time worrying about not taking enough date time 9. Breath for 60 seconds before reacting. 10.  Loving my man even when I’m hungry and grumpy. 11.  Being patient with my Chitlins even when I’m hungry and grumpy.  12.  Eating great food so I don’t get hungry and grumpy.

My date at the French Laundry is the perfect chance to put all of these to the test.  I’ll have a full report for you all soon.  Stay tuned.

2 Days Till French Laundry…

♫♫♫ On The Eleventh Day Till French Laundry

My True Love Gave To Me ♫♫♫

♫♫♫ 11 Wacky Worries…

I’m a huge worry wart. I tend to worry about EVERYTHING. Basically, I spend 98.3% of my day soaked in worry. So yes, going to my dream restaurant, there are no exceptions.

Here it is… airin’ out my own ‘dirty laundry.’ Read ’em and laugh, weep, smirk, feel affirmed, what have you.

11. Will I get foie gras stuck in my teeth?

10. Will I have to burp/fart during this meal?

9. Will my baby (yes, I’m bringing Lil’ Bean with me to the Bay Area) be crying the whole 3-7 hours I am eating my heart out?

8. Will I be sitting next to Cindy Lauper and get the urge to ask for a picture or to smell her chair?

7. Will I forever be tainted from eating anything ‘normal’ again?

8. Will I develop a huge boil on the tip of my nose?

7. Will the Occupy Movement people throw red paint on my new black dress?

6. Will I want to send something back and get kicked out/blackballed from French anything for the rest of my life?

5. Will I totally Embarr-ASS myself taking pictures of my potentially 28 course meal?

4. Will I fall on my face while being seated?

3. Will my brother smell like moldy cheese?

2. Will I erase the last 6 months of blood, sweat, and tears at the gym and become impregnated by a food baby never to be birthed?

1. Will I get drunk and ask Thomas Keller or ANY man in the restaurant that looks like him, to marry me or have my food baby?


3 Days Till French Laundry…

♫♫♫ On The 10th Day Till French Laundry

My True Love Gave To Me ♫♫♫

♫♫♫ 10 Pipin’ Hot Peppers

I had lunch today at my favorite local hot spot

RoMo’s Cafe.

10 Peppers perfectly placed on top of…

The RoMo Signature San Antonio Cheese Steak.

Not on the menu folks, you must special order this bad boy.  Ok, picture succulent house shaved Texas ribeye meeting jalapeno pepper slaw and melted provolone cheese and making sweet love on top of a fluffy brioche bed.

Holy Cow. It was Delicious to say the least.  Did I mention the avocado mousse on top  Yes It was blissful.

* All opinions are my own, I was not compensated for this post or my meal. It was that good.

(*Photo credit: mrbigben.com)