In my defense, the yogurt was not merely garlicky, it had become one with the garlic. It was a religious experience, I tell you.
I won't even mention here that Carol and her husband arrived at the restaurant late, even though they used both MapQuest and GPS to guide them. You know how hard it is to find a prominent indoor mall...it just blends into the background...
(She doesn't even have a blog of her own to defend herself on. Guest post, Carol?)
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If the spirit so moves you, head on over to Suburban Matron and drop an encouraging note. She has her mastectomy tomorrow (Tuesday). She's being a lot braver about this than I would ever be.
You had me at "one with the garlic." Oh, my.
ReplyDeleteIt's midnight and now I feel like a gyro.
ReplyDeleteHAHA..you cracked me up about the suburban mall blending into the landscape. Hard to miss, right? LOL.
ReplyDeleteOh num num num. Garlic. Good grief, I'd have fought you tooth and nail to lick that bowl!
ReplyDeleteI can get lost with a GPS, mapquest directions, compass and someone in the car TELLING me where to go.
ReplyDeleteI feel for your Carol. I really do.
Mmm. Garlic. When I was a Young Mover and Shaker travelling on business, I used to go to place in Chicago called Bistro 110 on East Pearson Street. After they seated you, they brought you an entire bulb of roasted garlic with an entire baguette. Oh, and then there was the steak au poivre that followed.
ReplyDeleteOoh! I just googled them, and their website maintains that APRIL IS GARLIC MONTH! (Pardon me while I go wipe my mouth.)
Just did, and thank you for the heads-up; so many prayed for me a year ago, and I owe so much. I just sent up mine for her, and dropped her a note to tell her that. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Candice, for your support.
ReplyDeleteBefore I address Suburban Correspondent's unprovoked attack, I must agree with her about the garlic sauce. Unbelievable. It was a masterly melding of the garlic and yogurt into a beautiful marriage of flavors -- not a marriage of convenience, mind you, but of unbridled passion -- juxtaposed with a whipped texture that filled the condiment cup like delightful, garlicky giggles. Oh, that the flavor could linger as long as the memories.
As for the mall: we found the mall. We just couldn't find the restaurant. The fact that we made it at all is a testament to Human Will. And we more than made up for our tardiness with our sparkling conversation.
By the way, your hair looked great.