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Nov. 6th, 2006 02:46 pmOkay, I admit it. If nothing else this past weekend did a few things for me: First, I fell in love with Fresh Fields. I admit it. I cheated on Trader Joes day in and day out and felt not a whit of guilt about it. Terrific salad bar (complete with a chicken salad that didn't make me sick after two servings), prepackaged baked bread I could eat, Bolthouse Farms juices, aaaannd -- Stacy's Pita chips.
Dude, I'm hooked. I'm so going to have to find a store that offers these because a) it's been so long since I've had flavored crunchy things that I enjoy eating and b) the pesto ones taste like PIZZA. I know, wierd, but seriously. I was in heaven.
That said, I'd like to introduce their bakery to the wonder of baking without corn syrup and corn starch (a la Zagara's, my one true love. Sigh, but Zagara's is a bit too high maintenance in the expense department. Still, if one opened in philly, I'd be back in it's aisles in a heartbeat). But all in all, Fresh Fields was new and shiny and kept me fed for every lunch without making me sick (albeit a tad on the high priced side, but mostly due to the large bags of Stacy's Pita Chips. Oh the irony of that name).
The food the resort served for dinner was ... okay. Didn't cause me any problems and I had no trouble getting full until the last night when the meat dishes were fried chicken and roast pork. I wasn't going to test to see if the caterers knew what the pork was cured in. The night could have been salvaged since they did have oysters available, but I was very sad when I discovered the oysters were cold. I forced down the three I'd gotten, but there's no way I could have eaten more without any sauces if they weren't warm.
I was surprised that the only crab we had was crab stuffed flounder the first night. I'd kind of been looking forward to them maybe doing more than that. *pouts* Oh well. I'll get B to take me to Dimitri's this month for some of their oysters *yumm* and we'll go to brunch at Ernestos where I'll get my standby crab cake salad. *mouth waters*
Now, I hear the laundry calling and I really should get it done before the rest of the monday rush beats me to the laundry room.
Dude, I'm hooked. I'm so going to have to find a store that offers these because a) it's been so long since I've had flavored crunchy things that I enjoy eating and b) the pesto ones taste like PIZZA. I know, wierd, but seriously. I was in heaven.
That said, I'd like to introduce their bakery to the wonder of baking without corn syrup and corn starch (a la Zagara's, my one true love. Sigh, but Zagara's is a bit too high maintenance in the expense department. Still, if one opened in philly, I'd be back in it's aisles in a heartbeat). But all in all, Fresh Fields was new and shiny and kept me fed for every lunch without making me sick (albeit a tad on the high priced side, but mostly due to the large bags of Stacy's Pita Chips. Oh the irony of that name).
The food the resort served for dinner was ... okay. Didn't cause me any problems and I had no trouble getting full until the last night when the meat dishes were fried chicken and roast pork. I wasn't going to test to see if the caterers knew what the pork was cured in. The night could have been salvaged since they did have oysters available, but I was very sad when I discovered the oysters were cold. I forced down the three I'd gotten, but there's no way I could have eaten more without any sauces if they weren't warm.
I was surprised that the only crab we had was crab stuffed flounder the first night. I'd kind of been looking forward to them maybe doing more than that. *pouts* Oh well. I'll get B to take me to Dimitri's this month for some of their oysters *yumm* and we'll go to brunch at Ernestos where I'll get my standby crab cake salad. *mouth waters*
Now, I hear the laundry calling and I really should get it done before the rest of the monday rush beats me to the laundry room.
