In honor of my parents' 29th wedding anniversary last night, we all went out to dinner together. My mom's favorite place is Red Lobster, where she somehow managed to trick the restaurant into serving her double the snow crab for half the price. Wisdom, thou are mother.
The girls behaved pretty nicely, considering the looooong wait for food, and when the cheddar biscuits arrived (hours after I thought they were due) they were gobbled up fast by toddler and adult alike. Mia, alone, waited to eat hers. It was too hot, she said.
When she finally got around to biting into her biscuit, she had something to say about it:
"My biscuit is a spice carnival!" she said to me.
Which was apparently a good thing, because she ate the rest of it before we could say, 'Wha..?"
What a distinguished palate she has. Maybe she's a budding foodie who will one day spurn the tackiness of chain restaurants.
And where does that leave mom's home cooking, I'd like to know? No spice carnivals here, I assure you - unless butter and garlic count.
My cooking provides more of a flavor hostel - just enough to survive on.
"Spice carnival"? What a descriptive little girl! Even for my best culinary efforts, I can only expect grunts with maybe a "yummy!" thrown in there somewhere :)
ReplyDeleteI just love that Mia, spice carnival-how cute!!
ReplyDeleteSpice carnival is a brilliant description - I love it! I've never been able to adequately describe their deliciousness myself, but I think my brain goes on hold when I see these biscuits - all I can do is cram them! Someone sent me this link
ReplyDeleteto the recipe, but I haven't tried it and can't vouch for it's accuracy.