Caramel apple muffin
My husband loves having a new generation of kids to embarrass.
We arrived at Perkins Restaurant and Bakery a good 15 minutes before my brother could corral the kids and drive them to this Indianapolis restaurant, and as interesting as the lobby can be with its pie display case and seasonal decorations, we’re the kind who like to get a table and start sucking down the beverages.
But 15 minutes for 2 people at a table for 6 goes by very slowly, for us and the waitress. So my honey decided to put that time to good use. He called her over and asked her to call the kids by name when they appeared, and to be especially nice to the little boy.
OK, that killed 1.5 minutes.
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b.good's Original Location In Back Bay
When planning a recent day trip into Boston for a festival, I wanted a place in the Back Bay
where I could grab a tasty quick lunch in between events and check my e-mail. I found a promising spot called b.good
right next to Back Bay Station steps away from Copley Square offering free Wi-Fi and healthy burgers. I needed to check out what this healthy burger business was all about. Read More »
Little things mean a lot. That’s what they say, anyway. And that may be one reason why I keep finding myself back at my local Carrabba’s Italian Grill in the Woodlands, Texas.
And the little thing that means the most there? The spices they throw into oil and serve with fresh-baked bread.
Seems silly, doesn’t it? I have a basic idea of what’s in there. Some basil, black pepper, red pepper and salt, definitely. Maybe a bit of rosemary and some oregano. And I can certainly taste some garlic. Yet, in all my attempts to recreate this mix of spices at home, I never come quite close enough to what Carrabba’s, no doubt, has pre-made and packaged for mass consumption. That’s what keeps me coming back. Maybe this time – THIS TIME – I can taste a little something different and figure the recipe out.
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Chips and dip at All American Clubhouse
My mother spends her winters in Florida. That’s good for her, but it does mean we visit her Indianapolis house more between October and May than we do when she’s living in it.
Someone needs to make sure the door is still locked and the water pipes are intact, you know.
So tonight was our night to do a drive-by inspection. And because everyone is pressed for time these days, we did it at the dinner hour because there’s no sense in opening our garage door and backing the SUV down a winding driveway twice in one evening.
That’s the unglamorous explanation for how we discovered All American Clubhouse. Well, it was new to me at least. My husband pulled into the parking lot because he’s actually eaten at this location several times — with my mom, nonetheless — when it was known as Gia Bellas. I’d never paid attention to anything in this strip mall beyond Boyden’s Southside Bakery. And since I’d already eaten a big lunch at The Cheesecake Factory, I wasn’t especially enthusiastic about either.
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