Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Pizzeria 712

On an impulse, The Mister and I decided to go out to dinner last night.  We chose Pizzeria Seven Twelve based upon good reviews and the recommendation of friends.  We didn't really know what to expect, but were quite happy with our experience.

The Pizzeria is nestled into a cozy space just off Orem State Street.  The entrance is marked by substantial-looking wood and glass doors, with rustic lighting for ambiance.  Upon entering, I was struck by both how small the seating area was, and by the homey feeling created by the wood-burning pizza oven.  The pizza oven, is actually the inspiration for the name of the restaurant.  Seven hundred and twelve is the temperature at which the oven is kept.  Luckily, with adequate ventilation, we were kept pleasantly warm throughout dinner without ever feeling over roasted by the cheerfully leaping flames.

If you are looking for an intimate location for a heartfelt conversation, this probably isn't the place.  But, if you can be happy wedged between strangers at small tables for two, then head on over!

We started our meal with the yummy, warm pita bread served with a mildly spicy hummus.  The bread and hummus was followed by braised short ribs on polenta with horseradish cream.  Our salad course featured soft goat cheese and orange dressing.  The fresh green salad was lightly garnished with tender orange slices and studded with almonds.  I'm not sure of everything that was on our pizza.  But it was delicious!  The Mister and I decided that the sunchoke, pancetta, cheese combination was reminiscent of a breakfast entree.  It had a bit of that bacon and hash brown taste to it--but very unique and tasty!  On the recommendation of our waitress, we followed up our dinner by splitting a pecan blondie with ice cream and caramel sauce.  A very delicious end to a fantastic meal. 

If you're looking for pepperoni and cheese pizza--head to Brick Oven.  But if you're in the mood to be a little adventurous, I highly recommend Pizzeria Seven Twelve.  And you can hope that you get Sandy as your waitress.  She's great at recommending something special and she's adorable to boot!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

The Cat with No Name

Have I ever mentioned that we have a cat without a name?  She's about a year old, she was born here in our garage...  She's the one remaining cat that we consider "ours."  The others decided to flee at their first opportunity. 

Shade (no-name kitty's momma) left our house for the better handouts at the neighbor's house.  Just before Christmas, she discovered that the kids there would hand-feed her deli ham.  She continued to visit as they continued to feed her...  We haven't seen her back at our house since New Year's Day.

Chubby was seemingly offended by the moniker we bestowed upon her and ran off with her stud boyfriend.  She was such a floosie!  If it wasn't Nekko, it would have been Hunny (the neighbor's carousing cat)  And BTW, like Hunny is any better as a name than Chubby?!

Nekko was one of ours.  He went were the action was...  Did I mention that Chubby was a floosie?  Of course, I'm sure it wasn't just her loose ways...  I'm sure they were deeply in love.  I hear he's become a caring provider for their brood.

Anyway, back to the no-name cat.  I guess we could name her Store Brand or Generic...  JJ's teacher asked The Mister if we really had a pet cat that didn't have a name...  When he answered in the affirmative, she was a bit perplexed.  I'm not sure I would have been able to give her a reason.  The best I can come up with is that The Boy named her something that just didn't stick.  He called her Train, or Trane, or Trayne...  I dunno, but it just didn't take.

But you know what I find even more perplexing than having a pet with no name?  Having a cat that doesn't purr.  She is the whiniest cat.  She cries and moans and is generally pathetic.  But she loves to snuggle and be rubbed under the chin.  She loves to have her nose stroked.  She sidles up and winds herself around your legs (tripping you if you aren't paying attention!).  But does she ever give you the satisfaction of letting you know how much she enjoys the attention?  No.  No, she does not.  She has not once, ever, even for a second, granted me the pleasure of letting me know that I'm appreciated.

Dumb cat!

A Lucky Neighborhood

This is the month of leprechauns, rainbows, and pots of gold.  
The month of luck and superstition.  
What an apropos time to find my neighborhood adorned by
this colorful symbol of good fortune!

Now, if I could just convince that patch of four-leaf clover to grow!

Monday, March 8, 2010

Black Snow

You know that Spring has been a long time coming when the snow begins to look like this.  Isn't it sad?  Those clean drifts of pure white snow have deteriorated into this black mush.  ick.  I'm ready for Spring.

 
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