lunch

I just got back from having lunch at The Heathman in Portland. It was one of those meals that, when you're done, just sits there in your insides making you feel like everything's going to turn out OK. Perhaps I'm a bit food-drunk. I had the Duck in Mole. The Mole was not as good as what I make, but the duck breast was amazing, flavorful, smokey, a bit crisp, and it went perfectly with the spice in the sauce and the rice, prepared in a manner that normally would not be at all to my taste, very soft and creamy.

I love it when food makes life tolerable for no good reason.