Easter It Was
Of all the Easter Sundays I’ve been a part of (twenty-three, by the way), I’ve never ‘celebrated’ it by going to an Italian restaurant.
I’m used to being a part of Easter celebrations consisting of miniature versions of Thanksgiving dinner, egg hunting and colorful decorations on the table.
Instead, we ate at an Italian restaurant with some family.
I got to see Ruby and Ezra because my dad and Kim were there; Ezra sat with me a lot. 😀
LIKE THEY’RE BABIES, YA KNOW?
I was allergic to the entire menu, so I decided it I had to pick a route: CHEESE or TOMATO.
I ordered the Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo, and it was PERFECT. I ate like twenty fork fulls1 before the affect of the garlic bread and olive oil dipping paired with some lovely bread and the cheese kicked in. And then I was okay-ish, but then it was really kicking in super quickly, and meh. -.-
Allergies suck, but I did have leftovers, so I can safely pair my leftovers with an allergy tablet if needed.
How was yours? /ididnttakepicturesofthefood
- Well, the noodles kept falling off, and I cut pieces, and ugh. Frustrating. ↩