I need the bathroom scale and some C4 please

Since Tam mentioned this morning's breakfast and the whirring of camera, I will post one last splatter of food porn before an actual non food post goes up tonight. The range was in the middle of a Glock match when we arrived and having more hands than Glocks and no other place to shoot nearby, we retreated to breakfast before walking on down to the farmer's market.

Yes, that is an edible orchid with the fruit cup.  Yesterday Miss D, was wondering around behind my place and plucked a piece of fruit off a tree.

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.

There's seating inside and outside (and dogs on leashes with owners are welcome outside).  Inside, artwork is everywhere, and each table has several crayons so you can create your own "art" as you enjoy your food.  My  orange crayon needed some serious sharpening, but I could doodle with it.

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