Yesterday was my birthday. I am now 36 - feel wonderful about it and am happy to be ageing. My morning was spent re-cleaning the floors that were left waxy due to a mistake on my housekeeper's part of making up the wrong amount of Murphy's floor cleaner. Then we went to the Botanical Garden - where husband played with the children and I went to a lecture on sustainable urban farming - LOVED it.
Thank you husband, thank you husband, thank you husband. And thank you little children for behaving for him.
The night was starting with drama - the sitter - bless her heart - couldn't start her car - so her husband had to come and get her - she took his car to our house. Then husband's car would not start...yet he had it running not 2 hours before. It did finally start and we were 30 minutes late for our reservation.
I bought a new gown for a wedding I'm going to in May and decided to test it out - I love it - not sure what the husband thinks:
For dinner - We went to Tapenade in La Jolla. It was quite good. The atmosphere is simple yet romantic - very French, which is not over the top as some may expect in a romantic restaurant, romantic to me is about closeness, ability to have personal service and carry on a conversation.
We started the night off with a glass of Champagne - which was refreshing - something I needed after a long day. I'm pretty sure it was Veuve Clicquot (that's what I typically drink anyways when drinking Champagne). The nose was like fresh dough - bubbles were small and did not tickle, yet rather danced on your palate - as it should. It was like a crisp apple, dash of lemon and a little bit of fresh picked haricot verts, with a hint of vanilla and the perfect amount of dryness for a gentle finish.
We had the tasting menu - because of course I wanted to eat everything I saw and just couldn't order the whole menu.
They served baguette with tapenade - I ate a bite of the tapenade - it was good...not too olive - not too garlic - just right. Too bad I can't eat bread.
Here's what we had:
The night started with Canapes - they were some sort of seafood ravioli with tomato compote - unfortunately I'm going to slack horribly on reporting this one - since I didn't eat it - I cannot eat ravioli, but the husband gobbled them up and said they were "really good".
Next was a dreamy, creamy, smooth house made pate. I love pate - correction - I love good pate. I'm a bit like Anton Ego (Ratatouille 2007) when it comes to pate - since now I cannot eat bread - if I don't love it - I don't swallow. This was served with a lovely apple-raisin compote, lettuce sprouts (less than a teaspoon - the greenish purple really set off the tans/browns of the pate and accompaniments). A drizzle of red fruity vinaigrette, homemade walnut crisp bread, and a teaspoon of wonderful, smooth warm apple sauce that complimented the pate perfectly. Presentation was immaculate - I didn't think it right to take out the iPhone and start snapping - how gauche.
Wine Pairing: a Sauternes
It went well with the dish - bright, bold, sweet - a little too sweet for my personal taste - however, it was well matched.
The next course was