A Party in My Tummy

When I was deciding what to write about today, I realized there are a Myriad (with a capital "M") amount of things I can talk about. Narrowing the list down to subjects people might want to read about, however, was not hard. So today I decided to offer a shameless plug for my favorite restaurant in Omaha to anyone who is interested in a delicious meal.
McFoster's Natural Kind Cafe is a vegetarian restaurant committed to serving the best quality food at reasonable prices in a fun, laid-back atmosphere. True to the hippie spirit, anyone and everyone is invited to a healthy, natural meal served by lovely, nice people who are just as much in love with the food there as you will be when you are finished with your meal. The atmosphere and decor brings back 60's nostalgia without being too in your face about it.
Probably one of the main reasons I enjoy this restaurant so much is that the owners, Tom and Mary, are actually friends of my parents. I grew up around this restaurant and its regular patrons but because of the natural changes friendships go through, my parents hadn't gone to see the McFoster's for a long time until just recently. Now, I've been in four times in the last few weeks and have brought some of my friends to spread the word around.
Tonight I ate the special which was a delicious portabella mushroom wrap and had the famous Smoked Tomato Soup. It was certainly a party in my tummy, indeed!

After my culinary adventure, I went to the grocery store to pick up some items for eggplant parmesan, which I am making tomorrow night. I have a love/hate relationship with grocery shopping. I love it when I am not looking for anything specific. I can just wander up and down the aisle and grab things here and there that look tasty. I hate it, though, when I need to find specific ingredients for things. This is probably due to the fact that I get distracted by products that beckon to me ("Look at me, I am a sack of grapes that have Disney princesses screen printed on me. You MUST take me home") Before I know it, I am in the completly wrong aisle when all along I just needed some eggs and bread crumbs and I've walked by where the eggs live four times before I realized I should've probably grabbed those the first time around.
I remember when I used to live on campus how the grocery store was like a sad little adventure to look forward to. It was an opportunity to go into the real world and see different kinds of people and get away from the dorm room.
How times have changed. Well, enough about food, I should probably go work out now! Peace.