We talked about cats, and boys, and how much we were going to miss each other, and how we were getting a little tipsy on wine.
But what is adventurous about that? I love pasta. No one can question that.
The adventure came with the dessert course. I decided to get a crème brûlée. I'm not sure why they were serving a French dessert, but they were.
The last time I had crème brûlée, I was in college. A somewhat pretentious campus photographer decided to brûlée up some dessert in our third floor dormitory kitchen. Because what college kid doesn't have crème brûlée ramekins just lying around his dorm room?
Long story short: It sucked. It tasted like a horrible caramel-coffee-fire-mess.
Somehow I decided to give it another try. Maybe it was the wine.
I started eating it before I took the picture. I blame the wine again.
Maybe it was because this one was made by professional cooks/chefs in a professional kitchen. Maybe it was the lack of coffee in this recipe. Maybe it was the wine. No matter the reason, this crème brûlée was amazingly delicious.
I miss my sister, though.