Gluten Free Vanilla Greek Yogurt Cheesecake
So the last few weeks, the greek yogurt section in the grocery store has been hit hard. Last week they were completely out of the brand I usually buy, so I picked up a container of Cabot yogurt. The next day, I packed it up, took it to work, and opened it around lunchtime….
And that is when the party in my mouth happened.
This post is not about tunafish, sorry Milo.
Milo, our black and white fat cat from
Washington Michigan, has an obsession with human food – yogurt, ice cream, potato chips, salami, chicken soup, pepperoni pizza, and especially [& not surprisingly] tuna fish.
My little catdog burrito, Milo Scott Gabriel Fitzpatrick Prince Caspian (Milo for short).
We had a party once and I had to escort him upstairs and put him on bedroom arrest because he launched himself like a tree frog into the chip bag head first, and before I could retrieve him, had chips in his mouth. He is such a catdog. At least he sits before I feed him cheese.
Anyhow, last night Lovey and I were looking for a food adventure, the sort of thing you do when you have a free Friday night and a wanderlust that can’t be sated by any adventure within 30 minutes’ driving distance of this godforsaken Biscuitburgh where the local quotidian seems to idolize chain restaurants and
fats fast food above all. Thankfully, though I may be quotidian, I am not of local borne – thus requiring me to desire more culinary adventure than the exotic Olive Garden can provide.
I ended up pinteresting my way to a destination, a little pan-asian bistro opening to the warm streets of some upscale Pacific coast town with stone floors and those rice paper room dividers.