Sitting in the kitchen of Talula’s Table.
It was like going over to your best friend’s house for dinner.
Only your best friend is Aimee Olexy.
We witnessed the tiny Gougères emerge from the oven.
We discussed the controversial accent of the Gougères.
We reveled in the amuse-bouche highlight: Thanksgiving in a bite.
David said, “It’s like heroin injected with heroin.”
There was venison loin with roasted sweet potatoes and poblano. I closed my eyes each time I took a bite. Mike pointed this out.
My home-sickness for the Midwest was cured. Tenaya’s, too.
There was love and magic.