I certainly didn’t intend to take a month-long hiatus from writing but apparently that’s what happens when I go on vacation! My sister got married in Mexico so, you know, twist my rubber arm to go hang out on a beach for a week!
Jeff and I were both so excited as we prepared to depart. He was excited to get away from work, eat new foods, and spend time at the open bar. I was excited to laze about in the sun wearin my cute new bathing suits, go snorkeling, and, most importantly, not have to cook for a seven whole days!
I am not an adventurous eater, like Jeff, but I tried a few new things. The food on our resort was excellent, especially at the a la cartes (keeping true to my stubborn palette, my favourite my the Italian restaurant. As always, you can’t hurt my feelings with bread, cheese, and pasta). Jeff and my stepdad enjoyed the Steakhouse best. My mom couldn’t contain herself for this little cream puff thing they had at the buffet. We literally went to the buffet after having dinner at an a la carte, just to get a cream puff.
The only foods of which I remembered to take pictures were desserts. Did I ever tell you about the time Jeff’s mom delivered me an entire cheesecake? I’m just saying, If there’s cheese in cake form, I’m there.
The cheesecake in Mexico was delicious (though, I must say right now, not as good as Ruth’s. And I’m not just saying that because she reads the blog. Ruth makes the best damned cheesecake I’ve ever had, no joke!). I had cheesecake at the Steakhouse and it was the perfect dessert to my meal. I prefer a graham cracker crust but the softer shell was also good.
My favourite dessert of the trip was the cannolis at the Italian restaurant. The shell was crunchy but not overly messy and the filling was so creamy and not overpoweringly sweet. It was such a perfect, light dessert after a heavy meal of pasta and bread.
For the life of me, I can’t remember what I had for dessert at the Mexican restaurant but I know Jeff had ice cream. He said it was good. I had ice cream at the buffet a couple times; it has a different texture than what we’re used to but that’s probably because it’s actual iced cream and not some weird edible oil product that comes out of a machine at Dairy Queen.
The meal served at my sister’s wedding was probably the best thing we ate the whole vacation. The appetizer was goat cheese and tomato slices, of which Jeff didn’t eat much (he likes cheese as an ingredient but not as a slice to bite into, and we both hate tomatoes). I smeared the cheese on a dinner roll (this same thing was served to us at the Mexican restaurant) and it was soOOooOo good. It was so delicious that I pillaged extra dinner rolls from my neighbour’s plates (with their permission, of course).
The main course was steak with vegetables. I know steak-eaters will hate this but I’m a well-done sort of girl so I traded the middle of my steak to Jeff for the more cooked edges of his.
Again, for some reason, I can’t remember what we had for dessert. Whatever it was, I’m sure it was yummy.
We weren’t there for a day before Jeff said to me, “From now on, we are doing this every year.” To which I responded, “Uh… yeah-huh!!” We had a lot of fun. The resort was lovely, the staff were so helpful and friendly, the food was delicious, and the beach was gorgeous! The sun was a bit of a jerk but I’ll trade an aggressive sunburn to be free of the burden of the kitchen any day.