This was quite a weekend. On Friday night, I drank punch and made brussels sprout sliders (thank you, Mark Bittman). On Saturday afternoon I shopped and made this sensational chocolate bark. Today I had wonderful soft tacos at Oyamel and wrapped Christmas presents. Oh, and on Saturday night I ate shrimp and chateaubriand and I got engaged.
Did I bury the lede?
Well, it was a beautiful, perfect proposal. And the shrimp we shared--minutes before he knelt down before me--were the best I've ever tasted. I'm not sure if this is because they were pristine, freshly caught, and perfectly cooked, or if it's because they were the last thing I tasted before the person I love asked me to marry him. They were exceptionally delicious. There was champagne, too.