Where it all begins . . .

So, in honor of the New Year, I thought I’d try an experiment. The thing is, I love food. I love to cook it, eat it, watch it being made, learn about it . . . the bottom line is that I think I may love it enough to write a blog about it for an entire year. So here it is: I plan on writing about the food I eat out at restaurants and that I cook at home. Very informal and likely very repetitive, but if I stick with it, it ought to be pretty interesting to go back and read up on my eating habits. Out of respect for others’ privacy, I shall do my best to keep them anonymous with just initials, with the exception of my boyfriend Jim, who doesn’t mind.

Jim and I went to Walnut Creek. The plan was to meet up with the R & M for lunch, but they were running late and Jim’s stomach wasn’t having any part of waiting, so we went to Tomatina’s at 2:30-ish. Even at the odd lunch hour, the place was still packed. Always a creature of habit, I got my usual hummus piadine sans olives and with the dressing on the side. I’m still trying to decide if the lemon vinaigrette actually adds anything besides fat to the thing. We generally don’t like the same restaurants as R & M, but this one is definitely an exception to the rule. Jim got a large pesto chicken pizza with the idea that the leftovers were his dinner. We also got some bruschetta, which was really good, but the portion size as compared to the price was ridiculous. Today’s piadine actually had a little too much hummus on it for my taste, but a couple of sweeps of a knife fixed it. It was Jim’s first time with the pizza—the verdict? It’s a keeper.