New Dream in Life: Paula Deen caters our wedding.
Reality: Not gonna happen. BUT, I will try and make my home the nearby Horseshoe Casino as much as possible to eat at the Paula Deen Buffet.
Don and I ate there last night when we were at the casino. The picture is of her bread pudding. Well actually it is the remnants of my plate of bread pudding that I attempted to shovel into my mouth at warp speed. SO AMAZING. If I had known how good the bread pudding and sauce were going to be, I would have literally just ate bread pudding. It was like a praline bread pudding extravaganza.
Everything else was awesome too, but they tried to trick you at the buffet. First of all, the plates were tinyyyy. I picked one up, and said to Don: "Okay, here's the salad plate. So where is the main plate?" But no, the tiny plate was the main plate. Well sorry Horseshoe, you can't dupe us, because Don just got two plates to start with. And I got 1.5 plates (aka small plate and smaller bread plate.) But that is not the end of the cunningness. So, most people do buffets right to left, as that is how people feel comfortable. Well, they put all the filling starches right at the beginning. Essentially my first plate was shrimp and grits, mashed potatoes, and mac and cheese. Small plates combined with starches meant I basically filled up with three tiny scopes of food. AKA Horseshoe makes a lot of money since I basically ate nothing. Then the prime rib is all the way at the end, so you NEVER get there! The salads were over there also so you didn't get your salad plate first. You get the filling carbos first. Sneaky sneaky. Don won though. He was eating so fast I am pretty sure he never swallowed until all his plates were done.
Bottom line: Buffet = AWESOME. Horseshoe = SNEAKY. Don = HAPPPPPPY. Amanda = DREAMS OF BREAD PUDDING.
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