Our friend, Chef Bob, has opened his first shoppe.
He's been a great chef and catered my parent's 50th anniversary, but it's probably time he expanded his exposure.
The man is a regular on morning TV shows doing his demos creating food and sweets. I'm a little biased as I have been friends with him forever.
To be fair, these shortbread cookies are not his, but created by his business partner. Sure, he had great butter cream mini-cupcakes and I'm assuming decent German chocolate mini-cupcakes (je am not a fan of German chocolate anything). But oy, the cookies are / were great,
Had the store been ready for launch, I would have bought a few dozen to take to a dinner party we went to later in the day.
I've mentioned we live in a great 'hood and have great neighbors and friends here. It's always great to share time with them - and even better that we can walk there....and more importantly, walk home. That is important when you kill two bottles of wine. ....maybe shared.....maybe not.
I have to say, I'm proud of myself. I know, I'm modest.
I'm food impaired. I am a simple guy. What I don't like in food, is more than I like as food. I try to stay away from most anything - cranberries, nuts, mushrooms, eggplant, etc. But I'm a master picker, so I can work around most anything.
Last night, I ate most everything, though eggplant and mushrooms were not served. I even ate carrot cake, which is only above spice cake in terms of caked desserts.
But you all know I'm a big cookie fan. But we didn't bring cookies to the dinner. They weren't for sale, since they did not have a occupancy permit in hand. It was just an introduction event.
Oh oh oh - and even though our neighbors and friends live three doors away from us, they have a completely different view than we do. Much more clear, much more impressive.
I could live with that sunset, or a variation of, on a daily basis.
Oh, and I might be "tipsy", but I'll still make yoga this morning. I'm nothing if not a martyr.
Song by: Fleetwood Mac