Mike had never had tiramisu until I tricked him into eating it recently…in Searcy of all places.
But I, turning on the Southern Belle charm and innocence (but really just being nosy), I asked the server to share the “story” behind the restaurant we were in. Luigi’s is a family-owned restaurant, operated by second and third generation Italian-Americans. The food is the most delicious we’ve had in this town, and we are slowing eating the entire menu.
How did I trick him? I told him it was cake with chocolate, soaked in coffee. Not a lie; but, I left out the fact that cheese makes up a huge part of it. No hard feelings.
Pickles Gap, Arkansas.
Where we bought our weight in chocolate and fudge. And I hand-fed a “domesticated” rooster.
Mike and I cooked for the International Food Fest at our church, St. James Catholic Church, this weekend. We also bid on a few items in the silent auction. We won this amazing Arkansas-shaped basket filled with muscadine juice, real fruit, and concord real fruit from Gillam Farms. We plan to take part in the U-Pick this summer.
Keep Arkansas weird, ya’ll.
Mike took this picture on his Blackberry today while I was at work. We both ended up with a snow day that started around lunch.
Reggie was, of course, a total jerk about my little friends seeking shelter under the bird-feeder my dad built for me. His bed is next to our French doors in the back of the house, and the birds were a little too close.
I was telling a new Arkansas friend about this cookbook last night, letting her know she could copy some recipes from it (no one is borrowing this). She asked if it was compilations of recipes from the Allstate Sugar Bowl that the Hawgs just played in.
It’s not.
Mike and I went on a date tonight. We had ice cream at this little diner we found (it smelled like they hadn’t changed the vents in years: caked on burger and fries smell.). Then, we went to the local bookstore and found this gem. We did not purchase it.
Now we’re home, watching HBO.
My sister thinks this looks like our dad, and oddly, it does! Except instead of an Abita, it would have to be a Miller Highlife, the champagne of beers.
Mike *might* have picked me up and dropped me on this snowman today. Right before that, I *may* have thrown a huge snowball down the back of his shirt.
Ok, both of those things happened.
I took this pic about 45 minutes ago. We call this statue Our Lady of the Backyard because it makes my momma kinda mad, but kinda giggle at the same time. Now, the Blessed Mother is covered in snow completely. We have at least an inch already on the ground, and probably going to get another few before morning.
There is snow in Searcy, but not a lot of Mary.
SURPRISE!
My mom “surprised” me with a year’s subscription to Country Living. It wasn’t a major surprise because she told me to be on the look out. What a great way to start 2011.
And here’s another surprise: I don’t get tumblr or the dumb ways it uploads my pics. UGH.
