Welcome back, Daisy.

I'd be jealous of your meal, but I'm glad you went and spent some money and love on NOLA.

I don't feel right talking about food after DJ has posted. Dammit.

But, to set the record straight, my ride from the hospital will be thanked with lunch. And I feel like hamburgers. Not drive-through, though. That wouldn't be sufficiently grateful.

I got a fleur de lis on my shoulder.

See what happened was we were staying with this girl who's been my friend since we were like 12 and her husband. They have a cute little apartment off of Royal near Ursulines. Mr. Jane and Mr. C get along really well so Monday night they wandered around together for a while while I waited for C to get off work (which she was a little upset about since they're usually off from Friday on, plus she got into it with a manager). She came home and passed out for a while and then got up and wondered what sort of trouble our husbands were getting into. Five minutes later they walked in with tatoos on the backs of their necks. C was livid. Lock herself in the bathroom for half an hour livid.

I made her a drink and got her to calm down. By the time we went to the parade she was laughing about it, but she decided the only way it was going to be ok is if she went and got one too. Of course she didn't want to go alone, and needed someone to go first, so I got another tatoo.

We had Chartruse before dinner, wild mushroom risotto, turtle soup, crabcake and seared foie gras for starters, then carmel something crusted pork chops, blackened redfish with mashed potatoes mixed with truffle oil, and mushroom and greens salad with creamy vinegrette, I can't remember the name of the wine we had with dinner, but it was a really nice and smooth red, then for dessert we had real Irish coffee, vanilla bean creme brule, something that was a hard chocolate shell around a peanut butter mousse and flan. After that we had champagne at the bar.

That sounds like the most amazing dinner ever. I bet not even Hec could top it.

Burrell, I haven't and everything I've done has turned out great.

Huh. So even with half the meat uncovered the top half cooks through all moist and tender? I assumed that you needed to cover the meat entirely.

Doesn't hurt that we had it here. [link]

We geeked out because Mr. C's name is on the menu

I got a fleur de lis on my shoulder.

You are so Daisy Jane. And I say that glowingly. Like Hec, I'm so glad you went to New Orleans and had a grand old time.

So even with half the meat uncovered the top half cooks through all moist and tender?

Yup. It's the slow thing, I guess.

You know, I was still hungry after finally eating my dinner (stupid stomach not talking to the brain) but after re-reading that meal, I'm pretty sure I'm ful.

Just realized that all but one and and uncle are grandparents now. Or will be shortly. Whoa.

That sounds great, Daisy.

I think I have come to a conclusion about my next tattoo. We'll see if I'm still there when I have the money.

Are you going to tell us the conclusion, Jesse?

Hey, I get to flash my not so new tattoo at Plei and Jilli this weekend. Cool.

So even with half the meat uncovered the top half cooks through all moist and tender? I assumed that you needed to cover the meat entirely.

All moist and tender. SOmetimes I have Joe add a bit more liquid - either a broth or just water - when he gets home to make sure of this.