Yesterday we attended and gorged ourselves at the annual International Seafood Exposition, which means -- you guessed it! -- I won't be pooping properly for at least a week.
Hoo boy.
Honestly, I couldn't tell you everything we sampled, although the alligator does stand out in my mind (a little chewy for me, and I didn't like the creole seasoning) -- and the amazing Island Creek Oysters, too, which we've arranged to serve up at a lamb roast two nights before the wedding. We didn't stick around long enough to meet Iron Chef Morimoto, but we did meet Ming Tsai very accidentally, and he seems a lot less of an ass in person than he did as a guest judge on Top Chef. Probably because he offered a free bottle of his citrus tea rub.
Anyway, I more than ate my fill of raw and cooked alike, although the wine and Kettle One from the night before made the morning a little rough in that department. We left a little earlier than last year and spent the rest of the afternoon alternating between the living room and our sun-drenched patio.
Saturday, the Girl was uncharacteristically decisive and picked out her wedding band -- at an Armenian jeweler's, no less. I fully expected her to agonize for weeks over a handful of finalists. Although, I think I was more surprised that I can't seem to find anything I really like. Everything was too bulgy, too expensive, too shiny or too boring, and the rest had man-gems, which are entirely out of the question.
Who knew I was such a diva? Oh well. I'm sure I'll find something.
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