I was talking to a friend the other day, and she mentioned that she can remember specific details about the day she realized she liked food. Meaning, up until that point in her life, food had been a way to survive, but wasn’t necessarily an enjoyable part of her life experience.
I absolutely cannot relate. Maybe because I come from a family of good cooks. Maybe because of the existence of peanut butter. Whatever the case, I’ve always loved food.
Today’s post is a testament to this fact because the only photos I took in Texas were pictures of food. Mine, mostly. If you don’t care about what a vegetarian eats in Texas, peace out. Come back tomorrow.
Otherwise, let the cheese eating begin…
Cheesecake Factory salad: Asparagus, Green Beans, Tomato, Cucumber, Roasted Beets, Apple, Edamame, Radicchio, Romaine and White Cheddar All Chopped with Pomegranate Vinaigrette.
Veggie fajitas from Rosario’s Mexican restaurant.
Burgerfi fries with garlic aioli
Protein salad from a 100% vegetarian restaurant called Green Vegetarian Cuisine. We visited at least twice because we loved their food so much.
My favorite meal of the entire trip was at a location that I can’t remember the name of and I don’t even have a receipt because my friend Lisa treated. We basically ordered one of every side dish on the menu and shared, tapas style. Dishes included hot goat cheese, stuffed portabellos, grilled eggplant, polenta, roasted asparagus, corn salad and macaroni and cheese.
A big surprise was how much I enjoyed Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse, especially since I only had salad. But their salads were gooood and their bread was better. I ate here twice, once by myself which I’ve never done before. The second time I had this salad:
Our final meal out (we thought) was at La Fonda, the oldest Mexican restaurant in San Antonio. A friend and I each ordered a dish and then split. The spinach enchiladas above were our favorite.
And then we tried to go home. And even though we arrived 2+ hours ahead of our scheduled departure, we missed our flight after standing in line 4 hours. We were mad. And hungry. And talk of French toast kept us sane. But then when we arrived at IHOP, (we were desperate- don’t judge) the blackberry peach cobbler pancakes were calling my name and I answered and drowned my sorrows in pancakes and eggs.
The final FINAL hurrah was Beecher’s famous macaroni and cheese in the Seattle airport. I’ve been known to eat this for breakfast and it never disappoints.
Of course this isn’t a complete list. Add to this collection a tub of Greek yogurt in my hotel fridge for breakfast, some disappointing General Tso’s tofu from the mall food court and about 1 million cups of coffee.
As always, there’s no place like home.