–where we learned that I am hopeless in the face of rice wrappers… …and that I should definitelyI also apparently have not learned the lesson about controlling myself at the buffet table. The (vegan) Carrot Ginger Soup– —and the Quinoa Cake, full of chopped zucchini and covered with spinach and tomatoes– –were so satisfying, however, that I hardly wanted more than a bite of Chobani -based panne cotta. No worries, however, because Chobani was an official sponsor, so it wasn’t like I couldn’t find more to consume. Although I couldn’t resist a little blood orange tasting, I mostly stuck to the Silk almond milk for attempting to sample every flavor of breakfast sponsor, Muesli Fusion . Call me infatuated. (And I don’t mean with MR. Muesli Fusion, the cutie patootie founder who even came on the hike with us that afternoon.) The An-Ox blend–featuring shockingly soft goji berries, blueberries, and cacao nibs–was so darn tasty I asked for the remains of one of the buffet bags. (And proceeded to polish most of it off later that afternoon and post-flight home on Sunday.) For dinner, Maria had found an Italian restaurant in downtown Park City that known for its wood-fired pizza and gelato. After insisting to her husband that I knew where to go, and then getting us lost (of course), we were able to not only get there, but have a pretty fantastic meal. I split the chopped salad with Amanda …
at one point i was just standing at the end of the buffet dipping things in this peanut sauce.
peas on salad make me happy.…and then had the Ortaggio Verde pizza all to myself.* *Granted, some was saved for the plane ride home… I substituted goat cheese to help out my dairy-wary stomach, and made sure they put tomato sauce on it. [Pizza without tomato sauce is focaccia.]
the crust. oh, the crust.
But when I arrived back at the hotel to find Mama B making Utah sconesin her suite on my floor…well, I had to at least go TRY one.
not sure why, as i don't like doughnuts.Peanut butter, jelly, and yes, ‘real’ butter were the toppings of choice.
fried dough.At breakfast the next morning, Chobani had truly outdone themselves. The omelette station was tempting