When discussing dessert options with our lovely waitresss, I asked about the pecan pie. I pronounced it "PEE-can". The waitress quickly corrected me, "peh-CAHN pie," as heads of fellow diners turned to look at us and conversation abruptly ended. Thinking quickly, I requested that it be served hot and a la mode. Conversation around us resumed after I diffused the crisis.
Follow my culinary adventures as I explore different regions and cuisines across the United States and, hopefully, around the world. After swearing off four-star restaurants and overly complex dishes, I now seek the pleasure of simple foods that represent the different cultures that, in the end, make us all who we are. Nah. I'm just looking for some good, cheap grub so I can act silly while taking photos and sharing part of me with family and friends!
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Suddenly, the Room Went Silent . . .
When discussing dessert options with our lovely waitresss, I asked about the pecan pie. I pronounced it "PEE-can". The waitress quickly corrected me, "peh-CAHN pie," as heads of fellow diners turned to look at us and conversation abruptly ended. Thinking quickly, I requested that it be served hot and a la mode. Conversation around us resumed after I diffused the crisis.
That pie looks like nirvana on a plate.
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