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My celebratory meal...

Jumbo Tiger Shrimp, chilled, with Thomas Fish Camp original cocktail sauce

Bleu Cheese Stuffed Mt. Athos Green Olives

Kashi TLC party crackers -- Mediterranean Bruschetta
Natural Smoked Gouda from Holland
Cahill's Porter Cheese Vintage (Irish Cheddar with Porter)
Red Hot Dutch cheese

New Pioneer Co-Op Ciabatta bread with olive oil and spices for dipping

Divine brand 70% dark chocolate

Bogle Vineyards 2006 Petite Sirah

Served just after 8 p.m., today, on the final day of my 21-day cleanse. You'll note that all my forbidden "fruit" is included: alcohol, caffeine and sugar, wheat gluten, and animal products. Boy's in bed. Freshly cut daisies fill a vase on the table. Candles line a long, rectangular sushi plate. Sarah McLachlan's Fumbling Towards Ecstasy plays on the stereo. What a special date night, enjoying this incredibly fresh, slightly intoxicating, so very not vegan, dining experience with the love of my life.



And life is good.

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Brianne said…
That sounds delicious!! I noticed there was a lot of cheese involved. :) Isn't gouda cheese from Holland the BEST? Our Dutch guy who lived with us for a couple weeks brought us a wheel. We're going to visit him in February. I'll pick some up for you if you want.
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