Last night I passed out while reading The Fault in Our Stars around 10:30. This morning I woke up to find my clock reading the exact same time, only with the AM and PM swapped out. I don't usually sleep for twelve hours, but I guess when you are carrying around a baby the size of pineapple (or so estimates TheBump.com) busy weekends can really take it out of you.
My younger sister, Heather, got married this weekend in New Braunfels. She and her sweetheart, Ben, met there a few years back during Wurst Fest. He spotted her from across a crowded hall of revelers, and the rest is history. Their wedding was Oktoberfest themed, filled with adorable details in blue, white, and yellow, including a beautiful cake decked out in German folk art, and hand decorated gingerbread cookie favors. They even had a polka band.
Last week we made it out to a media tasting for P. Terry's new catering project. The local burger favorite is now offering a food truck catering service for weddings, parties, and special events. The price per serving works out to between $8-$11, which seems like a pretty good option for casual affairs.
Patrick Terry was there to greet us, which was pretty neat. Scott admitted that he hadn't previously realized that P. Terry's was named after a person. He had always assumed it was named after a dinosaur. Get it? P. Terry = Pterodactyl. My husband's mind is a strange, strange place.
We were treated to the full spread: burgers, fries, cookies, shakes, and drinks. I had a veggie burger with fries, while Scott happily scarfed down a double cheeseburger and a strawberry shake. He'd had a pretty trying day at work, but after some comfort food and a hangout session with our friend, Christy, he perked right up. "You know," he said, "sometimes being married to you really pays off." Thanks, Scott.
I'm actually not usually a big fan of veggie burgers. They are often too mushy or oddly-flavored for my liking, but P. Terry's makes a good one. Of course, it doesn't hurt that it's usually accompanied by crispy shoestring fries and really good lemonade. Plus, toppings, I am really into toppings, and P. Terry's doesn't skimp in that department. Thanks for having us over to the pterodactyl den!
My Dad flew out from Houston yesterday morning on his way to Beijing. I was more than a little bit jealous of his destination. What can I say about that city? Beijing is a marvelous puzzle of a place - a patchwork of ancient tradition and modern change, all balled up into a bustling whirlwind (or more like sandstorm) of chaos. I imagine my Dad wandering the Wan Fu Jing Night Market, exploring hutong neighborhoods, and feasting on baozi. How I wish that I could be there with him!
His trip is making me feel awfully nostalgic, so I'm planning to share a recipe later this week for one of my favorite Beijing dishes. Stay tuned. I might also be inspired to make a trek over to A-OK Chinese, a new Chinese restaurant that opened up on South Lamar. The chefs have been talking a big game about bringing really good American-style Chinese to South Austin. I'm curious to see how it stacks up.
Another place on my radar is Xian Sushi and Noodle. There has been a real noodle boom here in Austin lately, but Xian makes something special, hand pulled noodles. Like hand-rolled dumplings, hand-pulled noodles tend to have a texture that just can't be replicated by machine. I'm excited to get my mouth around some.
The other place I've been dying to visit (for years, actually) is Chen's Noodle House. It is way, way, way up North, so I have yet to make the journey. Rumor has it that Chen's specializes in Northern Chinese, and features some of our Beijing favorites like hand-cut noodles, egg tomato soup, and chuar. I think I need to get myself on some kind of baby bucket list schedule to make sure I eat all of these things before I'm stuck in house with a screaming infant.