I got a little side-tracked, but never fear!
I fully intend to return to food discussions shortly. After I tell you that the Hulk slippers finally arrived and are even more adorable in person than they were on the internet. I need to hold them up against DS' current pair of
Crocs, but so far, it looks like they'll fit just fine.
I'm also waiting the arrival of the Rascally Devil.
Either she likes to take her time and make a grand entrance, or the Ebayer I bought her from is taking their sweet time in the shipping process. Which is making me seven different shades of nervous. I'm down to the wire, less than two weeks, with no park bag.
And a holiday which could easily slow down shipping to boot! Oy vey.
Back to France.
Chefs de France.
Because last night as we were watching Ratatouille, it occured to me that I never finished my, hey, even though it's how ever many days away, I know exactly what I want to eat post.
So in France, it's simple. Simple, simple.
Appetizer? Escargot.
Dinner? Ignoring my stomach and digestive tract, most likely, a lovely fruit and cheese plate.
Dessert? Again ignoring my digestive tract, creme brulee.
Oh, yeah baby. NOM.
Citrico's?
One word. Filet. That filet I had in September was simply heaven. Never mind that it came with Tink's favorite potatoes. Fill in the blank if you know the answer ______ _______ ________ _________. I'll so be trying to snag that recipe for her. And thereby lure her and her BF to my house with promises of said potatoes and really good proscuitto. But that's a tale for another time. No guilt, Tink. None at all.
And of course, at Cape May Cafe, I'll be noshing on nummy buffet breakfast fare. Have I ever told you how much HRH likes bacon? It's quite funny. I was shocked at how much of it he put away during our Chef Mickey's breakfast in September. I actually warned my mother about it. It was a LOT of bacon.
Now what am I hoping to squeeze in there somewhere?
Obviously we have our favorite snacks, our favorite food haunts.
But this isn't like going with my DH, who is quite happy to indulge my every whim as long as it means he's well fed, too, oh no.
This is going with a toddler and two other women who have definite opinions about what we should be doing and when we should be doing it. Read, even though this is "my" birthday trip, TK is low woman on the totem pole. I knew that going in. And in the past couple of days I have had some SERIOUS doubts about how this is all going to work.
So much so that I had to go back and read my what was I thinking chapter again. I'm sort of at a turning point here.
Either I'm taking full ownership of this trip and going full force, or I'm not. There's a lot of personal reasons here. I can't get into them all on a public board. Suffice it to say, I'm still thinking like I'm going, but I'm having a really hard time with it. I wish I could explain more, but that's pretty much all I'm comfortable saying.
So if there's any time for me to interject an opinioin, it might be nice to have a hot dog at Casey's. A big pretzel in Germany. Get DS his kaki gori in Japan if he's so inclined. I most likely will not get a junky apple in MGM because I'll have no way to eat in under cover of night with three other people in the room.
And who can say whether or not we'll have a Dole Whip. It's all in the hands of fate, my friends.
One thing that's a must do for me and Mom is to see the Gingerbread House in the Grand Floridian. Honestly, we're to the point where we don't even care about seeing "all" the hotels decorated. The Yacht Club (since we're staying there), and the Grand Floridian are our must dos. We'd like to be able to get some of that yummy gingerbread and bring it home.
Heh heh.
If it makes it home.
So there you have it. How I'm honestly feeling about the trip right now.
Totally Libran.
Totally on the fence.
Totally not knowing what to do. I wish DH were going. I don't think he would. It was supposed to be a "girls" weekend anyway. :::sigh:::
Family drama stinks.
I had been wondering and I guess if I just paid attention I would have known three days ago.....I think it's Twilight Brain. 
