You say emulsion, I say foam

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Which is the wild mushrooms on white corn polenta and which is the potato gnocchi with peas and fava beans? Internets, you may never know. All I know is I ordered one and my dashing husband ordered the other and when they arrived at the table we almost fell over laughing.

So we enjoyed our speed date. I highly recommend it. A bit of grown-up time together and just enough time to talk about your day/week/month/life without incessant pleas–I dessert, no not that dessert, a different dessert, I want someone to play with me, let’s all play spaceship–but without the big “date night” pressure of fun and romance. So you end up actually having fun. You parents know how it is.

Ernie had a last-minute playdate that included an invitation to dinner, so we found ourselves with an hour to kill. And kill it we did. With shaved parmesan- and foam-covered dinners (call it “emulsion” all you want, menus, I know foam when I see it).