Friday, October 1, 2010

Shanks, C

I really love going out to eat. I enjoy exploring websites, looking for fonts, colors, and graphics that reflect a restaurant that "looks like me" (Ex. how I found The Tomato Head in Knoxville). I am probably one of few people who really likes listening to a server talk about specials on a given day (especially when they tack on, "it's really good," and accompany said descriptor with an unmistakable sparkle in their eye). I try to order things that I don't know how - or would just never think - to make at home. I have to hide frustration when others at my table order the same thing as someone else.

With all that being said, sometimes there's nothing better than a grilled cheese.
I'm not snobby about it; I will eat and enjoy a slice of processed American cheese on enriched white flour sliced bread (which we had at mom's a few nights ago...with tater tots and homemade vegetable soup). However, I do occasionally like to spice things up a bit. One of my favorites is apples, bleu cheese, toasted walnuts, and some sort of balsamic vinaigrette on sour dough bread (idea came from Stella's on Jefferson St. in Lexington).

What are some of your favorite grilled cheese combinations?
I want to share two wonderful gifts...
1) Terry (the co-worker who so graciously helped me move a couple of weeks ago) found this today while out and about at the Roller Coaster Yard Sale. She said she saw it and just thought of me. It, along with Isabella and Leigh Ann's lunch time visit to the Library, absolutely made my day.
2) It's been a while since I've talked about how much I love Miss Caroline Kraft,'s an ode to the friendship I am so very lucky to share with this amazing woman. And, a sneak peak into the epistolary novel that we plan to publish one day.

Ode to the girl who knows the sound of the latch,
the one who will do yoga with me and not laugh,
the roommate who ignored my 6:00 am Saturday wake-ups,
and the classmate whose bellychain jingled as quietly as mine.
Ode to the friend who knows I owned an inordinately puffy, puffy coat
the girl who would look stylishly cute even in the puffiest of coats,
the traveler who has lived and been much cooler places than I,
and yet, the Marrowbone visitor who still enjoys a front porch.
Ode to the best friend whose handwriting makes me smile,
the best friend whose honesty doesn't make me defensive,
the best friend who I genuinely love as much as a sister,
the best friend who I am thankful for every day.


  1. Well that made my month of October. I forgot to mention that I know, no matter how strong the certainty to the contrary, that Rowdy (Rowdie?) will not be hit by the car when someone rolls down the driveway.

    Love you all!

  2. You know, I've never really contemplated his handwriting so I'm not quite sure. I think we should go with "Y" though.

    We love you, Caroline.:)