Today is one of those days for me. This is not helped by the fact that I'm still not really safe to drive or to handle hot and/or sharp objects, so the list of impossibilities is longer than it might otherwise be. (I really, really miss cooking right now.) My mom has expressed a willingness to be helpful, but I'm not willing to tell her what to do in nearly as many particulars as she's willing to be told it.
Tortilla soup from Garcia's. Lin's cream cheese pie with peaches. Moo goo gee from Long Life. Crab tempura from Minokichi. Cabbage rolls from Nina's, and Russian peasant ravioli, and palacsiiiiiiinta. David-in-California's egg curry. Those glorious, glorious Brussels sprouts from Loring Grill. Dark chocolate mousse with brandied cherries from that restaurant in Portland I probably couldn't even find again. The world's most perfect clam chowder from that other restaurant in Portland that doesn't even exist any more. The stir-fried greens from House of Nanking (with garlic, garlic, and more garlic).
Sigh. Foolish, foolish brain.