Did you miss me?? Yet another whirlwind week. I swear, I don’t know where the time goes…
Yes, folks, that is the Dupont Circle Metro station down in our nation’s capital. When I was a kid, those long escalators getting in and out of the stations used to freak me out. We walked quickly down a couple of them this weekend, and it gave me a kind of vertigo as I looked down to place my foot on the next moving step.
A couple of girlfriends and I decided to make a weekend of it, going down to DC to see what we could see. I swear we ate our way through the city. After not eating for most of the day, though I did have a sno-cone to tide me over before we hit the National Museum of the American Indian, we found lunch at the Old Ebbitt Grill where we fell like ravenous wolves on the mass quantity of food we had ordered. It wasn’t long till we sat back in our seats with rounded bellies and savored our drinks — mint juleps for two of us and a mojito for the other. Yum.
By that time we were a wee bit tipsy, so when we passed a shoe store in Dupont Circle it seemed like the best place to wait out the passing shower. I really have no idea how I ended up with a beautiful pair of black leather flats that ended up giving me two horrific blisters. In their defense, my feet were swollen terribly and I was trying to keep up with some pretty fast walkers. I’m hoping that doesn’t happen again.
But then how do you resist the sweet sales boy who tried his best to find you a shoe, any shoe, in his store that you could wear? A boy so sweet that he doesn’t mind that you and your friends have taken up a good portion of his afternoon, a boy that even gives the three of you a group hug before you leave with your new shoes, a boy that even welcomes you back when your friend needs her shoe stretched just a wee bit more. It doesn’t hurt that we all bought new shoes at a pretty price point. And then we ran into him again late that night on the Metro. He recognized us by our shoes, you see.
Dinner was even better than our lunch, though I am not quite sure how that was even possible. Toasted pita bread with mast-o-khiyar (how I have missed Iranian food), flatbread with ricotta and peppadews, spicy carpaccio, pork confit, and foie gras — my very first. There is no way to describe the foie gras. It didn’t taste at all the way I thought it would; there was no sense of it being an organ meat at all. It was just buttery and rich and melty and yummy. It was all so very delicious — and I haven’t even mentioned the wine! We each got four 2oz glasses of wine and sipped from them all. I have come to the conclusion that I cannot cannot cannot do a sweet wine. Not even a pricey dessert wine. Give me dry or semi-sweet, but never full-on sweet.
I ate so much over the weekend that I started suffering from Tucson Syndrome. Every time we go home to visit my in-laws, they make sure we never once experience a hunger pain — which means we feel full the entire time we are there in Tucson. I thought this syndrome was only possible in Tucson, but obviously I can do it myself. I never did each much yesterday; I was still working through all the food I had eaten in DC.
My parents were so wonderful and gracious as hosts. My mom fed us spaghetti and wine the night we arrived and even gave up her room so we could save on hotel costs. They didn’t complain once that I wasn’t ever home, that I just came home to sleep and shower. I didn’t even have a curfew — *gasp*!!! That’s a first, seriously.
I have to say, I missed my babies. All three of them. Hee!