If you have been reading my posts for a while now, you know I look forward to my annual Rehoboth Beach trips with family and friends. We’re super lazy. A shopping trip to the outlets is about as much energy as we ever expend. And we like it that way.
If you’re old enough to remember McDonald’s original apple pies, you’ll be so happy you read this post.
For the young’uns reading this, gather ’round and indulge me as I get nostalgic for a moment.
Back in the day, my ballet studio was located around the corner from a McDonald’s. How convenient. As kids, my dancing queen friends and I would run over there between classes, gorge on quarter pounders with cheese, fries and the coup de grâce, apple pies.
It was great to say hi to Bobby Flay. He seems to be enjoying his newest restaurant.
PS If the day comes when salted caramel goes out of style, I’ll be sad.
A friend at work was sent a sampler of Carla Hall’s cookies. He kindly shared.
We gobbled them up so fast that I didn’t take a picture. So here’s someone else’s.
I really want to try the Mexican chocolate chip cookies soon. This could be an expensive habit.
Spoiler: that didn’t happen.
Amanda arrived first and snagged a seat at the bar, texting me to say Mercadito is a “shoebox.” And she was right. To get to the bathroom, you will squeeze past the bar. But you’ll manage. You may even make a new friend.
What Mercadito lacks in size, it makes up for in flavor. And alcohol. And personality.
I popped into The City Bakery after a good workout at the gym and running errands. When I used to go there during NYC 1.0, City Bakery sold little coins of shortbread that I loved. No sign of them these days, unfortunately.
Instead I left with a single dark chocolate cookie with white chocolate chips. It was incredible…but I can’t stop thinking about the caramelized French toast.
Want to go there with me next weekend?
I thought I hated rice pudding. Actually I did hate it.
My first taste of rice pudding was probably at the Charl-Mont, a now-shuttered department store restaurant I dined at hundreds of times in my childhood and where I had later worked as a [terrible waitress]. I remember a milky pudding with random grains of rice.
Disgusted, I couldn’t understand how my mother could like rice pudding. Blech. I avoided it for year.
When I moved back to NYC, I heard about Rice to Riches. In spite of my distaste for the gloppy dessert, I always planned to take my mother there.
Instead, we’d go to Pellegrino’s, planning to save room for dessert and make a stop at RtR.
Take note: there’s no escaping Pellegrino’s with any stomach space remaining.
Finally, I made a solo stop at Rice to Riches on my way to a midday meal at Pellegrino’s with Mom and some of her friends.
I don’t know what I expected but…wow! All of the flavor choices and toppings at Rice to Riches made my head spin. And that’s what got me to taste for myself and not just pick flavors I thought Mom would like.
Guess what? I loved the rice puddings. The texture was more like oatmeal, which I love, than the nasty soupy product I sampled years ago.
I bought rum raisin and butterscotch rice pudding for Mom with a side of cherries. And a small caramel flavored rice pudding for myself!
Further proof that a set-in-her-ways picky eater can learn to appreciate new tastes.
PS while Rice to Riches is generous with samples, I do not recommend going in with this mindset.