It’s good to reconnect with my husband. Everyday, Wayne shows me he loves me. Sometimes it’s nice just to hang out and be alone with him. It reminds me why I married him. We didn’t talk about anything important, but we talked together. We tried new foods at How to Cook a Wolf. It’s becoming a favorite of ours. Wayne has already declared it his favorite restaurant. We actually had to wait awhile and were “forced” to try the new Teacup location (taken over from Tully’s). The seats were comfortable. We geeked over iPhones for a while.
Wolf was great. First we negotiated. We balanced this with that. Then we enjoyed the parade of tastes that were nicely timed across our counter. The service is always attentive and friendly. I got a cherry coke made from real cherry juice. The foccacia was nice. The combo of olives in the olive oil didn’t ruin the oil for me as it has in the past. It just added a nice tang. We had buffalo mozzarrella w/ fennel and green apples. I expected to combine the mozzarella with the foccacia, but didn’t need to. The scallops were amazing. I used the bread to wipe the dish clean. The wild boar ravioli had a nice taste. The meat stood by itself, but still melted into the ravioli without being subsumed by it. We were at the bar making people/cook watching optimal. We tried the pear sorbet at the end.
At one point, I was talking about a thought I had of a golden field of grass in the wind. Wayne started making a whooshing sound (like the wind). I teased him that it sounded like a wind from the Badlands instead of a soft summer day like I imagined. This exchange made us laugh uproariously. It doesn’t translate well in the written word, but I’m glad I married Wayne. It’s good to laugh together.