"But mom, that's what tall people look like naked!," I tell her, while my dad nods his head. My mom is 5'11 after all.
On this particular night after seeing Burning Plain, it was nearly 10 pm and we needed something yummy for dinner and post movie discussions. We headed to Old Vine Cafe per twitter rec's from my friend Diana . No dice. Alas, this is the OC and places close at 9:30 PM on Saturday nights. I turned and saw the lights of Native Foods and heard the inner vegetarian singing kumbaya.
"Let's go to Native Foods," I direct my parental units.
"Do they have chicken? I need meat," harks my 60+ dad who still coughs down protein powder and ranks top 10 in Master's Track and Field in the US.
"Er...why yes, of course they have chicken!" As I point to the menu hoping he doesn't figure out their "Native" chicken is really tempeh chicken, trying my best to coerse my father into eating here.
My dad orders the Soul bowl with "southern fried" native chicken, a mess of red beans, spiced rice and organic veggies topped with corn bread. My mom surrenders her ordering to me so I select the Portobello and Sausage burger with grilled portobellos, seitan (no, not the devil) sausage, carmelized onions, sweet roasted garlic and pumpkin seed pesto and mayo. It was my favorite that night- and luckily my mom gave me half of hers. My mouth still waters thinking about the juicy portobello, savory seitan and creamy pesto combination. I ordered the respectable Rockin Morroco bowl for myself: grilled native chicken, veggies, quinoa, currants and almonds.
I glance over to the dessert window case and the gal at the register chimes in like clock work.
"We have three types of cupcakes: Cardamon with rose petals, chocolate and vanilla."
Wha, wait? How can you name off such an exotic cupcake varietal followed by the two most boring flavors on planet earth? The whole time during dinner I couldn't stop thinking about the cardamom cupcakes. Chef Tanya, herself comes to our table and mentions them. I just couldn't take it any longer. I ditched the rest of my dinner and went right in for that potpurri cupcake. The first bite was enchanting. It was like a sweat and creamy perfume that kept teasing me for a little more. Beckoning me to come a little closer each time. The Significant m(other) had the chocolate cupcake, made with fair-trade cocoa mind you, which was a little too sweet for comfort.
Cardamon rose = my #1 lova.
Fair-trade cocoa cupcake.
Big poppa's Soul Bowl. Shhhh don't tell him it's really not chicken. He still doesn't know!
A side of lovely kale and peanut thai dipping sauce.
Rockin Morrocan Bowl.
Portobello Porno alert! XXX-treme close up.