In His Steps

There is this lovely place in SLC called From Scratch. It is very literal with its name, grinding their own flour in their own little mill right there in the restaurant with only local food. I admit I am enamored with their food. I went there for the first time for my husband's and I's first anniversary. This is called the Charcuterie. It's essentially various cold meats and cheeses with raspberry jam, honey with comb, and a dijon mustard to dip it all in. Keep in mind, everything is from scratch and the honey is made from local bees! We tried a pizza off their menu and watched them bake it. Gosh it was tasty! And our dessert. Caramel popcorn with caramel and a kind of cream custard. We shared it and ended up kinda wishing we'd each gotten our own, ha! And another Charcuterie from a different day. I definitely approve of having more jam.

I solved my photo dilemma. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Rosslyn. Heh, totally solved the problem there. This was probably one of the last photos taken before we both packed up and moved to the frozen north. She was working on her library ceiling (of which I have no pics, as I've never seen it completed), trying to get it all ready for the next occupants. But yes, this is my best friend.  Second on my random list was this Pizza Hut pasta box. We went to Target, and were terribly hungry, so she got a pizza and I got this. The young man seemed to keep watching me, then get nervous, and then he brought our food over. Now, we were gonna go over there and pick it up, but no, he had to bring it. And lo, I see a heart drawn over my pasta selection. Aha. So yeah, somewhere, a Pizza Hut guy thinks I'm cute. Hee. And third, proof! Proof! I now know how to tie a full windsor knot. This is my tie for my new job at a sit-down pizza restaurant. The funniest part? My current apron...was made ...