"Eating Soup. Thick soup served in a soup dish is eaten with the soup spoon. If you want to get the last bit of it, there is no impropriety in tipping the dish away from you in order to collect it at the edge. Indeed you are paying a subtle compliment to your hostess by this demonstrating how good it is. Drink thin soups and bouillons served in cups, as you would tea or coffee, but if there are vegetables or noodles left in the bottom, eat them with the spoon, rather than struggle unattractively to make them slide from the cup
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Happy anniversary to us! There are about a jillion ways to celebrate an anniversary in the Texas hill country, but before we moved to Austin, I didn't really know what they were. Now, after a whole bunch of anniversary celebrations in fascinating parts elsewhere around the country, we are finding that the only places we really want to go are the ones to which we haven't been - right here in our own big ol' Texas backyard. So, this anniversary, we explored the tiny little hill country town of Johnson City, where we discovered
If you've been reading along with me on this intentionally-adventurous journey, you know that I dearly LOVE all things Congress Avenue. From the sights (weird and not) to the sounds (hustling and bustling), and from the south (shopping) to the north (the prettiest Capitol in the whole wide world), it seems like I never get enough. And now, there's a cute and carefree new place to grab lunch with friends or have coffee on Sunday morning. It's called Caroline. From the font to the front door, Caroline's mission is
Where should we eat?
People ask me this question all the time, but for lots of different reasons. Maybe company is coming to town. Maybe they're new to Austin. Most are celebrating something special in their lives.
No matter why they’re asking, though,
I’m thrilled that they do!
I love Austin, and I love to share about what we've found to do, see and eat.
Since moving here, we’ve kept a running register of the restaurants we’ve tried. Would you like to guess just how many different names are on the list?
Not too long ago, I declared myself to be a trendspotter. Does anyone remember why?? No? It's ok. I'll remind you. There's a definite trend going on downtown. If-a you speak-a some Italiano, you might-a know what I'm-a talking about-a. Italian restaurants are the most happening spots for downtown dining right now. It's a trend, all right. Spotter here. Calling it. (Just let me revel in my rightness for two seconds and I'll be done. Promise.) We were introduced to this very cute Italian eatery by some new friends who
If there had been a university in all the land which offered a "Bachelor of Fine Arts - Dessert," I would have enrolled, made straight A's and proudly framed the diploma on a wall in my kitchen. My parents would have played bridge with their friends, discussed all the children's lives and have been able to do their share of bragging about me. "Oh, she's doing so well in school! But do pray for her. She's studying for an especially difficult exam this week on creme brulee and chocolate cake." Actually, with my very best Downton
If you're a list-maker, list-taker, list-lover like I am, you might also have a list of all the restaurants you've tried, liked, loved - or wouldn't recommend to anyone. I have such lists, and in the same order as the previous categories, my lists are long, long, long and short. Here's why. It's not hard for me to find something I like at pretty much any restaurant. Especially in Austin. While I definitely have developed a detailed list of favorites, I'm always game for trying some grub at a new spot or checking an
When we got married, I enjoyed learning to cook for my husband, but it was clear by the time we crossed the threshold that we had been raised differently when it came to what our moms had cooked for dinner. I - one of five kids in a large blended family - had enjoyed the best weeknight casseroles on the planet. He - an only child - was accustomed to a weeknight steak and four side dishes. Thirty-five years later, I'd be just as happy with a good, cheesy casserole, a slice of buttered bread and a glass of ice-cold milk.
I haven't yet reached the place in blogging where people pay you to write nice things about them. However, I've already decided what I will say when that time comes. I will only write about you if I can say nice things. Especially when it comes to restaurants, I know that people work hard for their money, so I just don't want to call attention to any of them in a negative way. We can leave that to the health department. If you see it on my blog, you'll know it was good. Even if they pay me to say it. Now that we have that
We have a running joke between us. My man has a natural instinct for what works and what doesn't. What should be watched out for and what should be jumped into. What's gonna stink and what's gonna smell like roses. Except when it comes to movies. We don't know how this can happen so inexplicably often, but he just can't pick a movie. We've sat through some really long and grueling this-is-two-hours-of-my-life-I'll-never-get-back films, preceded by him begging me to let him try just one more time. This one will be good, he