7 posts tagged “food”
Yeah, pens of any kind perhaps should not be left in my hands. This is what happens when I attempt to make Art. It's not so pretty. Yeah, not real pretty at all. But...it was edible. Mmmm, potassium.
In the end though, Mr. Banana met his fate. He wound up looking like this:
Though his fate was met with a smile (something I perhaps could've remedied by making a X_x face on the otherside). C.S.I. Fruit was perplexed as at time of autopsy, no innards could they find. The serial banana eater having done what Tasmanian Devils tend to do with their food and eat them from the inside out.
J is right, you can't really take me anywhere.
My apologies to the waitress (but I've been coming there since I was a lil girl, so I know I'll be pardoned. You know me, my condolences on that too) who had to take Mr. Banana back to the morgue to be properly disposed of. There were more photo opportunities available as my writer's mind kicked in and I found ways to make the murder scene more realistic (to J's horror).
Sunday. Sunday. What the Muse does to entertain herself on a Sunday. Yeah, she should not make art in a restaurant...and leave it for discovery by the masses.
- The Banana Killer
So, when I am out and about, I check out chocolatey goodness in her honor. Today this is what I found on Miranda Mae's dessert menu.
This is what I ordered at the end of my lunch.
And Jorie...it was DIVINE!
- Cocoa Goddess Out
- Nom Nom Nom
This was lunch. A six layer piece of chocolate death from J and mines new favorite restaurant, Sophia's Italian Kitchen in The Pass. He picked me up from work for lunch and at the end of it, I ordered this. Even though I was cutting it with J's vanilla ice cream...
I think I hurt myself.
Yes, deadly.
This cake is deadly.
Half of it is sitting inside my fridge.
I hear it calling me...
But...I am going to bed to shut it out.
Evil sinners cake.
They taste divine. My family and friends have been dining on these little darlings for as long as The Wild River Pizza and Brewing Company have been in business in The Pass.
Chocolate Eclair's made from scratch.
Nom. Nom. Nom.
Unfortunately, they don't photograph well. Just like vamps.
Having had the foresight to photograph before I cut into it and wolfed it down, I eyed the display on my cell phone and grimaced. I flashed it to my Mom and Dad who were oddly quiet. Quiet like me.
"Well, at least you know it tastes better than it looks," commented my Mom.
I scratch my head and take another photograph on another setting, but wound up with similar results, "Well, crap." I muttered.
My Dad laughed, "That's what it looks like too...on your phone. Crap..." he took a drink of his soda, "...like a fresh and nutty cow pie."
While I was playing photographer, my parents had already devoured their 'cow pie'. Suddenly, my Guilty Pleasure in pastry form didn't look so pleasurable. It looked like:
My other half celebrated his birthday a couple weeks ago and while photos I took...the blogging portion I never got around to. Have been lazy blogger. Something that tends to follow the Holidaze Season.
This holiday season found the household bereft of pecan pie. The only pecan pie...those droolicious photos posted by fellow Voxers, which I am grateful for. Though my computer screen was probably overjoyed when craving finally found satiation by the photo pictured below.
My computer screen doesn't enjoy being licked.
The people at Miranda Mae's are awesome. Our waitress (someone I really enjoy chatting with) delivered 'on the house' to the birthday boy this bowl of decadence known as the: Affagato. It's vanilla ice cream, hot fudge, whip cream, espresso...and other nom.nom.nom. Goodness. Though so quick was his spoon to the dessert...this was all I could catch on camera. Our beloved waitress even put a candle in it and brought it to the table. She takes such good care of us, though told us her true gift to him was that she didn't sing.
I'm sure she's an amazing singer, despite her modesty.
The piano bar /Miranda Mae's has a new dessert list. And just like Pokemon - I will collect/eat them all. Last week it was the Chocolate Peppermint Truffle, this week the Gingerbread Trifle.
I am not a huge fan of gingerbread or pumpkin, but like most things that come out of Miranda Mae's kitchen - tis divine. This little concoction consisted of layered gingerbread with pumpkin-butterscotch custard with a whip cream and fresh ground nutmeg.
Every spoonful to mouth was D-lish and surprisingly light. I can't wait to try the other new items they've added since the beginning of November. Oh happy taste buds and even happier tum-tum.
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