My dinner

Nothing beats the taste of beef braised and lathered in a crimson sauce of red wine, carrots, onions, and spices. Its warm, delicate and tender slivers of tissue just seem to make soul feel replenished after a long day. For our trip in DC, my mom and I made a pact to eat at the ethnic restaurants of the Adams Morgan district, trying new tastes that we'd never get here in Hawaii. But the tastes we share and consume at home always linger in our conciousness, beckoning us back for more. My dinner tonight will keep feeling me warm next week, even when its below freezing.