Just returned from a great weekend trip to Boston. I have a few friends up there, so me and my DC friend, Alexis, took a short flight up for the weekend. We started off right with cocktails and dinner at a great restaurant in Harvard Square called Russell House Tavern. It was great dishing with friends – discussing the superiority of full fat cheese, how many dates are too many for one week, institutionalized racism in America. All important topics, perhaps some more than others ;)
Got to see my friend Caitlin from Cait Plus Ate! Was so good to catch up in person, texting and blog comments are not quite as fulfilling. It was also nice to share drinks since we have similar obsessions with brown drinks and IPAs.
After a boozy night, I needed a hearty breakfast. That’s where the cheese eggs came in. This is an everything bagel with cream cheese topped by probably about eight eggs and loads of cheddar. I first considered a lighter menu item out of habit, but changed my order because shit like this doesn’t scare me anymore and it sounded delicious. I completely trust myself to eat what I want and stop when I am full – leaving the meal extremely satisfied, with all food groups met (carbs, fats, proteins), and no cravings later in the day. Win win.
Two years ago I never would have ordered this, it had loads of cheese, it wasn't just egg whites, and all of this on top a carby bagel, no way! If I had ordered it back then, I would have felt too full and then guilty. To be honest, I probably would have way overdone it, because my body was starving and it wouldn't have been able to stop me from continuing to eat when I was full. This just isn't a problem when your body is getting what it needs - food becomes just food.
After brunch we wandered around Harvard with my friend Hayley who is a grad student there. She is so smart, and I felt proud exploring her new home beside her.
Then went inside to warm up with some tea and cookies at a local bakery. It was perfect.
Later that day we got decked out to participate in another friend's birthday pub crawl “Yellow is the new Pink.” Don’t ask because all I know is that she loves those colors and it’s her birthday so we do what she says :)
We asked someone to take our picture at the bar and after taking a quick look I said "WOW we look great!" Then my friends pointed out that I was only looking at myself - which I realized was true... please tell me I am not the only one guilty of this? I doubt they let me live it down.
The first one was better from my perspective.
After the plane ride home to DC and a weekend of drinking, I craved a big bowl of this when I got home on Sunday night (a picture from last weekend).
But I had spent a lot of money in Boston and decided I should cook in. I tried to replicate this meal by making miso soup, shrimp and frozen Trader Joe's potstickers, it did the job.
Nice to be home, but grateful to have spent quality time with close friends. There is nothing like being with people who understand you completely and accept you wholeheartedly as you are. Sadly, I won't be going back soon, I love my friends, but it's too effing cold up there.