Quincy, Massachusetts native who loves eating and talking. Also loves cooking, reading, giving walking tours of the city's history and architecture, martial arts, yoga, her husband, her family and her friends.
Friday, June 20, 2014
Food, glorious food
This was a fun and crazy week. My Denver colleagues were in town and we went to see the Red Sox beat the Twins at Fenway Park on Tuesday night. It was gorgeous out, warm and humid, and I had really forgotten how cool it is to be at the ballpark. I hadn't been to a game there in 15 years - yikes!
Thank you to my coworker for buying me peanuts and crackerjack so I could sing the song at the 7th inning stretch and feel committed to it. I do care if I ever get back, because he also bought me dinner in the form of an Italian sausage with peppers (PEH-piz)and onions. I put a little ballpark brown mustard on it. Heaven. The last time I had one of these it was so overcooked and nasty that I'm not sure why I was wanting to have another one. This was perfect. Juicy, tons of flavor, perfectly cooked soft veggies and a beautiful soft roll (bread just makes it). I ate about three quarters of the bag of Cracker Jacks and maybe 1/4 of the peanuts (salty as hell but you do burn calories having to open them and toss the shells on the ground).
I went out with more visiting colleagues the next night to Brasserie Jo in the Back Bay. Got some beef marrow bones as an app and Lyonnaise salad (better known as bacon and egg salad) as an entree to reconnect avec mes racines Francaises.
Beef marrow is sick - oily and gamy and stinky and totally delicious on little toasts. At least one of my dining companions was thrilled to share with me; another was happy when the waiter took the aromatic plate away.