There's cilantro in my burger

I'm exhausted. Hamburgers, wine and some good ole ice cream will do that to you.

I went to an impromptu barbeque at a friend's house, and in doing so had some barbeque style fixings I'd never have associated with a big hunk of meat before.

The bun was made of something not wheat. I can't remember the name of it -- sounded like spittle or spectle or something. (somebody please tell me!) And the burger was topped with tomatoes, red onions and avocado. And the meat had cilantro in it.

What a shocker it is to bite into a meat staple and discover your tongue tingling with the unexpected zing of cilantro. Quite nice, actually. I would recommend it.

Then we downed a bowl full of the infamous Greg's Ice Cream -- all deliciously homemade. I got a mix of roasted marshmallow and chocolate.

The roasted marshmallow tastes just like a smokey, browned marshmallow held over a blazing fire until it just starts to bubble and scorch. You have to try it to believe the flavour could be so accurate. Close your eyes and visions of smores will soon be dancing in your head!

Suddenly I'm hungry again. Time for some good ole water, and a healthy dose of sleep. G'nite.