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Workaholic vs. Not

I don’t like coming back from vacations.  And the boy likes to work.  So I get work envy from not wanting to do it myself and not getting to spend time with him because he is.  That’s what last week looked like more or less.  It was a short week but didn’t really seem like it.  I still had a massage appointment on Wednesday, followed by a panelist talk at the UW, then a happy hour for my friend Amy’s good-bye from our company on Thursday, and a Black History Month potluck at work which was amazing and then condo hunting on Friday.

My favorite from the potluck were the superb, non greasy, cornmeal breaded catfish sticks with the best homemade tartar sauce, collard greens done really well, and hush puppies...all catered from the Catfish Corner.
My favorite from the potluck were the superb, non greasy, cornmeal breaded catfish sticks with the best homemade tartar sauce, collard greens done really well, and hush puppies…all catered from the Catfish Corner.

Saturday was filled with leisure and time with my girl.  We got our nails did first thing in the morning and boy did that feel good after a week spent in ski boots.  Hadn’t had my toes done since late November.  I went for a short 2 mile jog that felt great in the Seattle sun, birds chirping, and aroma of flowers.  It felt like spring was upon us.  I got dressed up and went with eight others for a dinner in celebration of Amy’s leave.  We all dined at the very unusual (and pricy!!) Pasta Freska on Westlake.  It’s your standard Italian fare served in a very unconventional way.  The chef and owner comes out and asks what you don’t like, won’t eat, and what your allergies are.  Then they start (very slowly I might add) bringing out course after course.  There is no menu to select from and sometimes everyone at the table gets the same thing and sometimes they get different things.  Most of the tables in the restaurant get the same thing on any given night though, so as far as customization, I’m skeptical.  The chef also asks if you want wine.  If you say “yes”, beware.  Our table of nine said “yes” of course and next thing we know we have three bottles of red wine on our table, none of which got to pick or see what the price was.  Didn’t matter because even though the wine was pretty good, all of the bottles we have seen before sold at QFC for $8 and the bill priced them each at $30.  We were given two more bottles through dinner, without us asking, and given three plates of dessert trios that were also unasked for, too much food, and not included in the price per head.

Rosemary stuffed chicken with raisins and pinenuts was maybe my favorite
Rosemary stuffed chicken with raisins and pinenuts was maybe my favorite
Penne pasta with meat sauce was standard
Penne pasta with meat sauce was standard
Herbed salmon was very moist and tasty
Herbed salmon was very moist and tasty
Eggplant parm appetizer
Eggplant parm appetizer

The food itself was tasty and the concept is cool.  I love tastes of things and so the variety was fun and everything we had was quite delicious.  Additional to what is shown above we were given a fresh and tasty house salad, garlic cheese bread, a two-bite piece of beef tenderloin, and a sauteed prawn in tomato sauce, plus the dessert which was just alright.  But the quantity and service did not equate to the price of over $30/pp.  We ended up all with a bill of $69/pp!!!  Yowzers!  We did get a free bottle of champagne for the occasion from the chef and toasted it singing “Goodbye Jack, Dontcha Come Back No More” to the girl in honor.  We then tipsily headed over the The Nabob for another round of drinks and bar time with a lot of other coworkers and friends.  Our dinner lasted over 3 hours so we were quite late meeting up with the rest.

Sunday Bryan and I had a leisure day spent going to church, watching my basketball team, picking up a new 60″ tv for me, touring condos, and making pizzas at home while watching the Oscars on my new tv with Polly and Amy (homemade crusts and homemade caesar dressing and all).  It was a blast and a perfect end to my weekend which I already miss so much!

My new baby!
My new baby!

homemade pizza

I made a homemade dressing for this Caesar.
I made a homemade dressing for this Caesar.

Chelsea

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