The pictures from “A Taste of St. Croix” are finally here! And there are some good ones. They were installed on my computer and then I tried to upload them to our “Gallery” (Michael whizzed by as I was attempting this and said, “Oh, those are huge!”). And they were so huge that some memory somewhere was filled up and they wouldn’t go to the gallery, so I couldn’t post them until they were shrunken down.

In any case, the food was all so good, I couldn’t choose one favorite. (Except for the zuccato cake from the Cultured Pelican). It was all wonderful and beautifully prepared and presented. I wish I could have eaten more. Okay, I guess my favorite non-dessert item was the house-made ravioli from Bacchus, oh, and the tortilla soup….

Besides that, we ate sushi from Dashi, paella from Salud, baked baby potatoes and bread pudding from Anything Goes, a falafel appetizer from Creque Dam Farm, curried chicken salad from Cafe Fresco, pizza from Pizza Gusto and Napoleons, monkfish from Zebo’s, tortilla soup from Sharkey’s, seafood bisque from Duggan’s, and artichoke and spinach manicotti from South Shore Cafe. We also drank lovely red wines from Italian VI Trading and all the other wine distributors, and decaf Yellowbird coffee with fabulous fruit tarts from Divi.

It was a great event, as usual and I would recommend it to anyone. I love the venue, right there on the beach. The only problems were the crowds at the beginning and the overly loud music. I would appreciate maybe some soft, light jazz in the background if anything. I didn’t think music was necessary, actually, but that’s just me. There were plenty of people to talk to. We saw tons of friends from restaurants and other businesses. After the crowd thinned out toward 8 pm, we were pretty much done eating, but Michael wanted more beverages from the Cruzan rum table. I was full, and happy, but didn’t feel like leaving so soon, so we sat on the beach watching the almost-full moon make sparkles in the water and listening to the waves gently lapping on the sand. After a while, we took off for home.

We had arrived separately and Michael was parked beyond the mini golf course. I was just across the street from the hotel, parked with other cars in the grass. When I started the car and began moving, it felt really weird. I had a flat! Crap! I rolled off the road into a parking lot where many men magically appeared to help me. Some were in golf carts (my old buddy Edmond, who still works at the hotel was one of them). I told them that my husband was on his way and I had some fix-a-flat to temporarily repair the damage. One guy, on foot, Rob, helped me flag Michael down as he was driving off in the Rover. It was a bit difficult, since the diesel motor on the thing is so loud and Michael wasn’t expecting to have to stop for waving screaming people. But finally he saw us and came around. We exchanged cards with Rob, who has a condo at Questa Verde which he rents out, and a nice maintenance guy from Divi filled the tire with fix-a-flat. We got home okay and Michael took care of all the tires the next morning.

All in all a great evening. Plenty of great food and wine, on the beach, talking with old friends and making new ones. Thanks again, Rob and Edmond and the maintenance guy (who’s name we unfortunately didn’t get), for your help with my tire issue!

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