b Is for Bread, d is for Drink

Last night we went to a local "Iron Chef" type competition.  Two chefs and their teams cook three courses each for about two hundred guests.  As this was the quarter finals, these teams had already one one competition.  The food was bound to be delicious, possibly different and certainly creative.

There was an emcee who talked us through getting logged in to vote via their online voting tool via our smart phones.  A sommelier talked about the two featured wines and the official judges (who's votes have higher weight) were introduced. 

There was bread on the table and as it was being passed around someone said, "are we using the plate to our left or right?"  My friend put up her hands, touched her index finger to her thumb on each hand and said, "b is for bread, d is for drink" so the bread plate is on your left. Sure enough, if you do this you make a "b" with your left hand and a "d" with your right hand.

How is it I've never heard of this tremendously useful mnemonic before?  So clever, so helpful.  I will never wonder which is the bread plate again.

The competition was delicious.  The secret ingredient was pork belly.  One of the desserts was a chocolate s'mores cake with pork belly in the middle (small bits) that added just the right amount of salty to a delectable cake.  We had fun talking about and rating the six courses.  The results were close, but the dishes we liked the best were made by the winning chef.  We're hoping to attend again when they have the competition next year.

The Big Boy Update:  Get off the pot.  He doesn't make deposits in the potty, and sometimes he doesn't want to sit on the potty, but once he's there and he's checking out a book, it's hard to get him off it.  "No no no no" and he gets another book and sits back down for a spell. 

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  I see you.  Don't leave me.  She stands up in the crib all the time now.  When you come in to get her brother in the morning she gets angry that you've left and not taken her.  He goes first because he can feed himself in his high-chair.  She gets collected shortly afterwards, but she lets you know she's upset you've left her in the interim.

Fitness Update:  My husband played golf yesterday.  Golf takes a while and we had this dinner we had to go to.  I wanted to do some running so I was dressed and ready to run out the door as soon as he got in.  It was nice to be able to get in a quick run and then go eat a lavish, gourmet dinner afterwards.