Nom nom nom.

I don't have a list of peak food experiences, and I think I need to start one just to keep track of raspberry beignets with vanilla dipping sauce. Words can't do them justice. Still warm from the kitchen, sugar falling away like fresh snow off a raincoat, the dough light and firm at the same time, wrapped around a slick red-as-red-can-be raspberry filling that shocked with tartness and soothed with sweetness at the same time. The sauce cool, smooth, as light in flavor as the dough itself, happy to mix together to make it easier on the tongue and bring everything together to make it that much stronger.

My brothers had meat, so they couldn't have any, so I made sure to enjoy them enough for the whole table.

If anyone's in town and can make it to Butter, your arteries will hate you in the morning and your tongue will be happy for days.