Out of all the planning I did for the International Food Blogger Conference, the area that I had the most influence on was the food. Two months ago, I contacted all the top chefs, bakeries, restaurants, food producers, and food trucks that Seattle has to offer, asking if they’d like to participate in IFBC. Or, if they’d be willing to fill my belly. I may or may not have used the terms, “Make me the happiest girl in the world…” They agreed.
In all, it was 16 chefs, 3 bakeries, several top food companies, and 8 of the region’s most beloved food trucks. Needless to say, we ate well throughout the weekend. Certainly some of the most delectable food of my edible life. I can’t possibly take you through my photo album of each and every dish I sampled and savored, but here are the ones that have entered my recent dreams and forced me to interrupt several IFBC panels with screams. Apparently my voice carries.
Now, with the conference over and done, I’m ready for a long snooze. Clocking only three hours of shut eye each night for almost one full week means that I have moved from zany to a certified loon. Last night I woke up Daniel at 2am with a dire request for water. I believe it went something like this: “I’m so dehydrated, Monkey!!” Add a few more exclamation marks there, actually. Daniel, kind man that he is, jumped up and fetched me a glass of water. Upon chugging the glass, I told him I needed another, but that “the water tastes terrible. Can you add a splash of Pom juice to the next one? Do we have any lime?”
We’re not married, but I think visions of divorce papers danced in his head.