Biting into it, she said, between chews, "what kind of fruit IS this?"
Straight faced, I said, "it's the Poisoneous Tanzanian Plum. . . . . can I have your new pistol??"
The flower apparently though, was tasty.
The restaurant.. . Zest in Broad Ripple.
Tam had crab cakes topped with poached eggs and horseradish cream with their really superb applewood smoked bacon. Everyone was able to pass on "Hair of the Dog" having hit the rack early and clearheaded with plans to shoot the next day.
There was quiche with beef, onion jam and blue cheese with salad, and biscuits and gravy, either in a big bowl, layered with eggs, or just plain, with eggs on the side.
I could only eat about a third of my double sausage gravy on buttermilk biscuits and fluffy scrambled eggs, and felt some subliminal message to take the rest home for someone.
Come back tonight for a post on firearms and the wild west, and why the west wasn't so wild.
Cheers - Brigid