I have not written in a while. I’ve been blocked. Work has been crazy and life is busy but most of all I just could not string two words together. Being blocked made me realise something about myself. When I’m stressed out, my “creative” side shuts down. I was not inspired to write or cook. Two of my favourite things to do. It’s sad because I wish that I could write and cook my stress away. It is almost as if a part of me shuts down completely.
I just came back from a work trip and Baby Daddy had to leave on an impromptu trip this morning. We had three days together and the weekend just flew by. The Boy had his first swim lesson, we had a family function to attend and all the other errands that comes along with the weekends these days. I did have a nice surprise. Baby Daddy is going to be away for Valentine’s Day and since I was gone for last week and he will be gone for a few days this week, he surprised me with a dinner date. And then is happened…the old familiar feelings started to come back, the magic slowly started up again…
I started to feel inspired again. All it took was an amazing diner and laughing with my husband to help me feel like myself again. I’m even contemplating cooking something not boring this weekend. I must tell you about the food. Please forgive me for not having pictures. I hate taking pictures of my food in restaurants and really I was too busy diving in to remember to take photos.
We went to Scarpetta. The food was scrumptious. Baby Daddy started with the creamed polenta with truffled mushrooms (I just giggled typing that fancy term). It was soooooooo yummy. Smooth and silky and flavourful. I had the Crispy Fritto Misto, basically friend goodness. I believe that anything deep friend is good but this was a whole other level of good. Shrimp, squid and veggies that were crisp and full of flavour without being greasy. A pleasant surprise was the prices of fried lemon. They were mellow. Not sour but still tart. Lemony without being too lemony. I don’t know how else to describe it. I think my favourite part was the fried basil and rosemary. They crumbled in my mouth and the flavours were muted without disappearing completely.
The entrees lived up to the hype from the waiter. Baby Daddy had the spaghetti. It sounded simple but was delicious! It was as If the handmade pasta taook a bath in the yummy tomato basil sauce and refused to dry itself off. Each strand of spaghetti was perfectly coated and the sauce was not acidic, like some tomato sauces can be but it was not too sweet either. I snuck a few bites. I had the agnolotti which was stuffed with a short rib and bone marrow concoction and coated in brown butter. The chef finished it with tasted breadcrumbs (I think). I loved the crispiness of the breadcrumbs but it was the filling that melted in my mouth. I’m drooling thinking about it.
And dessert…dinner is never complete without dessert. I quite often will look at a desert menu before I decide on my meal, just to make sure I save room. In a role reversal, I did not have anything chocolate but The Husband did. It was good but not my favourite part of the meal. It was like a cross between a browning and a lava cake that didn’t quite turn out right. Mine was great. I am happy with my choice. It was a coconut panna cotta with a guava “soup” and a coconut wafer. I do not usually like coconut deserts because most have pieces of dried coconut, which I do not like. Growing up on “the islands,” I know what real coconut and guava taste like. The panna cotta was light and refreshing with a lot of coconut flavour. The guava soup was also very good. I expected it to be grainy but it was smooth and subtle. Overall, a great dessert for a diehard chocolate lover like me.
If I had to find fault, I wold say our waiter was not fully on his game but the service was still better than at most chains that we unfortunately go to, being out in the suburbs and all
I hope I did not ramble too long but I really did have a great time. It is good to feel like myself again. I need to let go of stress more and focus on what really makes me happy. Laughing with my husband and snuggling with my baby. Ah…weekend family naps, I live for thee.
P.S. The restaurant did not pay me or comp my meal, I’m gushing out of my own somewhat free will.