This month, I celebrated my 30th birthday! As a true foodie, I planned a weekend in the mountains with friends with nothing planned other than meals. Unfortunately, my husband was sick and wasn’t able to join us but I still had a great time, surrounded by wonderful friends.
Of course, being the sugar bug that I am, it was very fitting to make two different cakes for the weekend: Thelma’s Rum Cake as well as a Carrot Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting. The cake never ended up being frosted -instead, we cut it up and spread frosting on each piece. I still managed to salvage a small piece to make a mini birthday cake once I was back home with the hubby.
The weekend was divided by meals…Friday night, we enjoyed Wagyu beef burgers stuffed with foie gras, and served with caramelized onions and two different aioli. We also grilled sausages and vegetables from Sprouts, my new favorite grocery store.
On Saturday, we had lunch at Mike’s Trackside BBQ. We sampled a variety of dishes: smoked wings, ribs, pulled pork sandwich, kielbasa, coleslaw, Montain Dew stewed apples (yes, you read that right) and mac ‘n cheese. We were stuffed. We were happy. Did it make my stomach hurt for a couple of hours? Yes. Would I eat it again anyway? Absolutely.
A quick stop by the grocery store for our Saturday dinner plans ended up including a birthday balloon because 30 feels like the right time to request one.
Dinner was memorable. We made homemade turkey potstickers as a first course. Later, we had a delicious surf and turf meal of steak and shrimp, with corn on the cob, asparagus, baked potato and a very special Béarnaise sauce. Would a French chef approve of this sauce? Maybe not. Did we think it was the best thing ever? Heck yeah!
On Sunday, my actual birthday, I woke up to the prettiest birthday table. Did I mention how wonderful my friends are? To top it off, we had rum cake and leftover potstickers for breakfast. Heaven, I tell you.
If the next 30 years end up being anywhere as nice as the first 30, I’m in for a good time. Looking forward to many more years of foodiness…Yes, trust me, it’s a word.
The Hungry Quebbie 