30 Days of Slow Food and Poetry, Day 6

     Tonight after my Language Acquisition class at UAB, I had an important dinner date with one of my heroes, my dad, at Bottega Cafe.  Although they did not have my favorite beer, Magic Hat, they did have a delicious red pepper appetizer stuffed with goat cheese and sprinkled with capers and golden raisins.  For me, this was topped off with a just right, Mireille Guiliano-inspired glass of Prosecco.  I had trout with butter bean cous cous and my dad had chicken scallopine.  Pardis and the crew treated us to chocolate cake with pepper meringue icing.  


     As many times as I think Birmingham has gotten the best of me, I realize that nothing beats the restaurants here or the company of family.  It must be true to it's name, Bottega, the studio of a master artist, in which lesser artists, apprentices, or students learn by participating in the work where I will forever be the learner of my heroes and restaurant family.  Elah'kwa :)

"Don't ever give up: church, work, exercise." Love, Dad