after dinner sneeze

It is a known fact that if you try and study something immediately before bedtime, then fall asleep, you will have less likelihood of remembering it in the morning than had you studied something, waited a while, and then fallen asleep.  I think that this is a similar explanation to why I can’t remember what this dish was called.  It hit the table, and I blacked out.  When I came to, I had a smile on my face, an empty plate, and a scent of something chocolatey and hazlenutty in my nose.  Was it chocolate bread pudding?  Was it chocolate brioche french toast?  Gawd – it’s really gone.  Now, if you told me that I ate it all, I’d believe you, because that sounds like something I’d do.  But if you told me that a ninja jumped out of nowhere, knocked me out, and stole my breakfast (as it was the last one they were serving that day), I’d believe you, too (it’d be worth it!).  Piccino could still do no wrong (and g liked her omelette thing, too)

Speaking of wonderful brunches: it’s confirmed, we’re also addicted to Plow.  I keep dragging g back (but it’s not like she’s putting up much of a fight).  I just wanted to leave this reminder here: the lemon ricotta pancakes are wonderful, but the French toast are also a nice carb-loaded breakfast as well (you know, just in case you’ve exceeded your pancake quota for the month …).