'The Walking Fed': A Week of Decadence -Day 1 Dinner

For the evening of my first day in Denver, the evening repast was relatively light; which would be the only one of the entire trip.  This was just fine with me, as long as there's dessert, I'm a happy camper.   

The dish prepared this evening was Clams Thai style.  For me, throw 'Thai' in front of anything and I'm good to go..   Apparently, I thought taking pictures of Clams boiling in a pot of water was 'artistic'....clearly there was wine involved.

The broth was made with Crab Oil, Lemongrass, Thai Basil and whole lotta other lumpy things that I couldn't for the life of me, be able to identify to you other than the taste was fabulous! There was Palm Sugar for sure for sweetness, Fish Sauce for tanginess and Chili Peppers for nuclearness.

The prefinished product: Clams with Thai Basil Leaves, Lemongrass and Ginger.

The Finished Product: With Thai Style Sauce

Well, as amazing and satisfying as the dish was, it would prove hard to fulfill the gullet of this growing boy; and luckily, I had peeked in refrigerator earlier and found a baking tin tucked away up on the high shelf, (note to everyone: I do not give a flying fig what's in you medicine cabinet, however, I will raid your fridge mercilessly...you have been warned) and guessing that it was a dessert of the chocolate variety, I demanded privy to the spoils of my snoopiness and un-guest like behavior.

Flourless Chocolate Cake: perfectly baked with a dense richness that screams decadence, the childhood favorite, 'Brownie' that has grown up and become a voluptuous adult(xxx).

Being the lightweight that I am, I detected some liquor inside the cake, perhaps a minuscule amount, but for me, enough to put me over the edge into another dimension, (we had been drinking wine earlier).

I asked my hosts if they detected any alcohol; lushes that they are, were oblivious to what I surmise was a welcome addition to surplus their inebriated buzz and proceeded to lie and tell me I was cray. (It was only until days after when we had the Cake again, this time without a cask of wine, that everyone choked on the fumes of Bourbon emanating from eat bite- vindication was mine!!!).

In any case, it was an incredibly rich and extremely satisfying, the excess sugar managed to curtail my appetite and the alcohol managed to make my first night in Denver a restful and peaceful slumber (barring that dream I had of angry raspberries chasing me down the street with pitchforks made of mint carrying bottles of Bourbon).