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Mo Choices Coming To a Blog Near You (umm, well, MY blog anyway)

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Leftovers from The Cookhouse in New Milford. It was great the first time, even better the second.

I’ve always had this interest in food. As in tasting it, eating it, devouring it. Please don’t be confused with me actually making it. No. I’ll leave that part to the experts.

For someone who loves food so much, it’s funny how I abhor the kitchen. In fact, I wouldn’t mind if it fell off the house and floated out to sea. Just as long as it leaves the fridge behind. I like the fridge.

Anyway, in case you haven’t figured it out, I like food. I mean, I didn’t get my chins and tummies by not liking it. DH calls me a foodie. Which is funny. Because like wine, I know nothing about it.

I’m no culinary expert by any stretch of the imagination (I lost count on all my fingers and toes how many times I’ve had to call my mom or someone to get me out of a cooking pickle. You know, like when I add so much salt to a recipe, I swear the Atlantic is sitting right there on my stovetop — I’m sensing an ocean theme here. Hmm. It’s a good thing I like seafood).

I can’t tell if there is white pepper or vanilla in a sauce (I’m that way with wine too. Please don’t put me to the test because I’ll fail miserably. Just hand me a glass of Cabernet dammit).

I’ve never taken a cooking class in my life. (Unless you count the time I watched a chef cook for me while I got drunk on the wine they served while I took notes on the little recipe sheets that went straight into the trash when I got home because umm, Beef Wellington? Really? What even is that? If I want to cook beef, I’ll shove it in a bun. But, it was good. That’s because I didn’t make it. Get my point?)

I don’t watch the Food Network because I can’t actually eat the food they make or have a desire to make it. But I did watch Julie & Julia. Twice. Does that count?

So why have a page dedicated to restaurant reviews if I don’t really know anything about food? Because I know how to eat it. How to appreciate it. How to savor it. I can tell if something sucks or if it’s the best thing since sliced bread (that’s a really stupid expression, don’t you think?).

I also like to eat different things. I will search the menu at a restaurant for something I’ve never tried before. I’m adventurous that way. I have tried everything from frogs legs to snails (yes frogs legs really do taste like chicken).

Most of the time it works in my favor. There really isn’t much I don’t like or won’t try (except chicken liver, anything veal and raisins. Oh, and caramel. I hate caramel. I know. Weird, right?)

When I see something on the menu that floats my boat, my eyes light up, and I jump up and down in my chair like a little kid getting ready to go for a ride on Magic Mountain. I promise you, the feeling for me is better than Christmas morning. Sometimes, dare I say, even better than sex. I said sometimes.

So, due to DH’s persistence, I have decided to have a page on my Momfeld blog dedicated to reviews of places I’ve eaten at. And I shall call this page “Mo Choices.” (DH came up with that…clever, isn’t it?).

I understand this really pretty much only benefits the local folk, but when I’m out and about traveling for one irish dance competition or another, on a college tour trip or family vacation, I’ll be sure to record my findings there.

So, stay tuned and check it out. I hope it helps you decide where to go next time a date night or girl’s night out is in order.

And if one of my local readers finds something or knows of a place you think I might like, please share! (This does not include Chick-Fil-A because I’ve already tried it and well, does the fact that I have 42 containers of their sauce in the veggie crisper of my fridge say anything?)

Bon appetit, happy eating or whatever!