Yesterday morning we had commitments that took us in opposite directions. After we got home we fed the cats, told them we'd be back later, and got in the car. The trees aren't showing the greatest fall colors this year, but there were some nice splashes of reds and oranges along the sides of the highway. When we arrived I parked the car and did my required work, then Tony and I were free to play.
We mosied up and down the streets full of chic boutiques, antique stores, and art galleries, admiring things that were way more than our budget would allow us to spend. At one of the stores the clerk offered us a magazine that had a list of things to do in the area, indicating there was a coupon in it for a cupcake bakery. We thanked her and took the magazine, although at the time we weren't remotely hungry.
An hour later, though, things were different, but it was getting awfully close to dinner time. I suspect both Tony and I wanted the sweets, although neither one wanted to be the first to broach the subject. Eventually Tony suggested we just walk by the place and see what they had. When we got there , of course we looked inside, and then of course we decided to get something. It's always dessert time somewhere, right?
|Lemon with curd inside and chocolate with vanilla icing|
By the time we got to the restaurant, though, I was second guessing our decision. Italian food is heavy, and not a great diet choice after cupcakes. However, after looking at the menu Tony proposed a great solution. We started out with house salads, and split a beautiful antipasto plate for an entree.
Five years ago today: Not Traditional, But Still Good!