There is only one thing that cheers me up about Fast Sunday. It's a little tradition I started on my mission because I was absolutely sure I would die each month.
The Feast Before the Fast
I decided a little too late that I wanted to start documenting our culinary adventures. And I'm very sorry for it, because I missed a wonderful Mediterranean restaurant named Layla right around the corner in Holladay. It was perfect and lovely. When we walked in to scan the menu, a woman with a shock of red hair and a heavy Greek accent told us about how it was all made from scratch. I couldn't resist pleasing her, and the food looked great. We enjoyed the modern ambiance (apart from a drunk lady or two) and our falafel before topping it off with a scoop each of rose water and pistachio ice cream. I was in love. So in love I couldn't possibly tear myself away from the experience to take a picture.
I would likely choose Indian food as my last meal if I were on death row. Keeping with our neighborhood dines scouting, we choose an Indian/Nepali place for our next feast. Plus they underwrite for NPR, so I was quick to favor them. Kathmandu was the next stop.
Again, I realized too late I should have taken a picture, but I was so hungry and it smelled SO GOOD and I had to eat it. I got a Nepali dish that was essentially coconut curry. This is what it looked like by the time I was almost done...
Definitely not doing it justice, but it was divine. It tasted great as I broke my fast as well.
So sometimes I get bored and I look at Trip Adviser for the city I live in. One of Holladay's best restaurants was a place around the corner from us named Normandies. It's a great cafe/ bakery that I've had a hankering to go to for a while now. Tom got a french dip with sweet potato fries. I was really trying to be healthy so I went with a macadamia nut encrusted tilapia salad. It was almost too pretty to eat.
Dessert was a flourless chocolate cake (not because I have anything against flour, but it made it even more chocolatey!). Just delicious. I'm actually mad I reminded myself of this, because I could go back and get it again so easily...
On the way to the rec center everyday, we pass this Chinese/sushi place that the bishop told us he frequents. I was drawn in by the $5.95 bento box, so I thought we'd give it a whirl.
Tom was bored because it actually took forever. For everything. We forgave them, because they were Asian.
My bento box came with a soup too. It was a hot and sour soup which tasted like barbeque sauce but I wasn't even mad at it.
Tom got Mongolian beef. Mostly I took this picture to make my meal look better.
My bento box came with a salad, two dumplings, vegetable tempura, sushi and two orange slices. And that rice. Bento, I'm fairly certain, is Japanese for explosively obese.
We actually already had our fast for April, but don't be excited because I wanted to keep it cheap and also it was the only time I could justify getting Beto's. I've never had it. Obviously, I did not take a picture because I could not make it attractive.
Here's to feasts!