fine dining
So we had some friends over yesterday evening for dinner and board games. All the cool kids are playing board games these days. Leah cooked a delicious dinner, reducing my role to that of the last-minute shopper, tasked with gathering beer, bread, and ingredients for pear salad beyond the pears themselves, which we had already. I'll spare you any comments about the price of salad greens (which I supposed is excusable in the depths of winter) and instead focus my commentary on the delicious local (-ish) blue cheese I picked up. I don't know if it was any more delicious than other sorts of blue cheese—I am far from an expert in these matters—but I know it was sure tasty. And an acquired taste, sure. I can see why the little ones, with their limited palettes, aren't fond of the more flavorful cheeses. What I don't understand is how they can take such intense sweet flavors, but I'm sure there is a specialist in the subject who knows the reason for the apparent paradox.
The salad also had toasted pecans. I was sore tempted by the candied walnuts at the store, but at five dollars for what must have been an eight-ounce container or less, I decided to pass. It's bad form when the cost of your salad exceeds that of the rest of the meal by more than a factor of three.