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A while back, I was reading the blog Orangette when I saw a picture of a Moroccan crepe.  It was filled with goat cheese, olives, honey, and harissa (a Tunisian sauce).  Right then and there, I had to have it, or at least a variation of it.  It made it that day and several times since.

Here’s what I made yesterday, a perfect combination of sweet, sour, spicy, soft, and crunchy.  I call it Tunisian Delight, though the picture does not convey the sentiment adequately.

First, I made some pitas – very yummy and once I rolled the dough to the right thickness they puffed up nicely.  Then I made some harissa (pressed garlic, tomato sauce, smoked paprika, cayenne, coriander, cumin, salt).  Next I baked chicken thighs and coarsely chopped them, mixed in the harissa, and drizzled honey on top.

Gregory and I then stuffed the seasoned chicken into the pitas with lettuce, red pepper, carrot, pimento stuffed olives, bread and butter pickles, and a smidge of parsley.

Unfortunately, we were out of feta cheese this time, so I used some smoked Spanish sheep cheese, which was good, but not quite as good as the feta.

Then we ate until our bellies could take no more.  Heaven, sheer heaven, I tell you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Despite the fact that I’ve never actually wanted children of my own, I am a sucker for them.

Take these cookies.  I bought the dough from the cute neighbor boys in support of their little league baseball team.

Next time, I think I’ll just make a donation – straight up, no purchasing of wrapping paper, junk food, chocolates, or cookie dough.  It will save me the agony of having all these things that I don’t really need, like Slim Jims and three pounds (yes, pounds!) of peanut butter dough taunting me every time I open the refrigerator.

“You know you want to eat me.  I am rather tasty by the spoonful, or you could stud me with chocolate chips (the way Gregory likes), so I get that mutant cookie look, and then bake me up.  How great would I be with a glass of milk on a perfect Portland day?”

Well, darn it all if the dough wasn’t right!  Now if Monday’s weather would return…

Well, dear readers, it is official.  This is my first, but most certainly not my last, post about food. 

Oh my goodness!  We have lived in Portland for ten years, and this is the first time we’ve actually eaten at The Berlin Inn.  It’s a travesty, really.  We have no excuse, but don’t fret.  I’m sure we’ll be making up for it soon enough.

Our divine dining experience included:

A delicious wine flight – four Reislings and a Gewurtztraminer, crisp, fruity, and delicious.

Smoked Gouda and Garlic Fondue with the Bavarian Oktoberfest dippers:  fantastically gooey, mouth watering, smoky, garlicky cheese heaven with apple, bread, pretzel, and sausage.  The pretzel was the absolute best part: soft inside, a slight crunch on the outside, yum.

Next, because we wanted there to be some semblance of a balanced meal, we had the Cucumber Salad and the Bavarian Wilted Spinach Salad, but in all truth, the Bavarian salad had bacon on it, so I’m not sure that it really counts.

Despite the fact that we had absolutely no room in our bellies, we ended our meal with coffee and two delicious desserts.  Gregory’s was the Chocolate Grand Marnier cake, and I tried the Streusel Cake with Spiced Peaches.   Every bite was a mouth watering masterpiece.

To top it off, we received fantastic service, as well.  The two women that helped us were cheerful, attentive, and highly knowledgeable.

Heaven, I’m telling you, sheer heaven. Gregory, on the way home in the car, said it best, “I’m giddy it was so good!”  We proceeded to giggle the rest of the way home.

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