Pasta with grilled chicken, asparagus, and green onions.
So the conference was excellent, both the setting and the content. But the food? Not so much. First off, when this
(Second, I thought it interesting that the resort didn't feature local foods at any of its restaurants. The food was the same stuff you could get just about anywhere. Given that kind of generic menu-planning and the prices, I concluded that you don't go to Marco Island for the cuisine; you go for the manatees and beaches and dolphins and margaritas. And you really shouldn't be eating anyway, you in the swimsuit, but if you absolutely must, something fried is probably just around the corner.)
So it was nice, tonight, to be home with my grill and my inexpensive, readily-available groceries. Everything got tossed in olive oil and lemon juice, grilled, then tossed with pasta and more olive oil and lemon juice. It was delicious and nowhere near four million dollars. No manatees here in the Great Plains, though.