The power of suggestion

Most of you who read this blog with any regularity (all three of you) know that I love food: I love making it, I love eating it, I love sharing it. I don't have to make the food to love it...I love eating at restaurants, and at other people's homes. So you would consider it no surprise that I was surfing for recipes on the 'net one night this past weekend and came across a kindred blogging spirit in pinknest. She's a terrific read - be sure to pay a visit. Great pictures, fun writing, and FOOD...lots of food.

Anyhow, today's pinknest post mentioned creamy, cheesy caulifower. So all day long, I've been thinking about cauliflower and how I could eat a whole bowl of it draped in a silky yellow blanket of cheese. (No, not me draped in a blanket of cheese, the cauliflower!)

So when Jess called me to ask what I wanted for the main course, I wssn't sure what I wanted. I just knew I wanted cauliflower. It wound up being a strange meal, as he stopped by Checkers and picked himself up a burger, and a chicken sandwich for me. It was a funny combination of fast food and real food, but it was good, and I got my cauliflower and cheese fix.

Here's the dish:


And here's the aftermath. I shared a taste of the cheese that was left on the plate with Dodger. You think he liked it? (Yes, I cooked in my dress shirt.)


Finding pinknest could be very dangerous for my waistline!