So last Friday I met my friend Tonya @ Eli Cannon's in Middletown (http://www.elicannons.com/)
It's brilliant, and we love having the occasional tipsy girl lunch there... (30 different beer on tap, and the food is frellin' amazing) We both ordered Mexi-Cali wraps with sweet potato fries, and I had this Scottish hard cider that was sooo good. She opted for more IPA, and I opted for the fried cheesecake. OMG- it had a swirl of carmel, and is deep fried in SIN it's that good. Tonya took a picture knowing the food-y chaos to ensue when the waiter brought forks... Anyway I was left with 1 of the 4 slices (serving was huge). Am anticipating the yum of said cheesecake Saturday. Spend morning washing quartering and sugaring 2 quarts of strawberries for shortcake and remember cheesecake tucked wily-y away behind varied condiments. I'm a dutiful and mostly generous step-mum, but I really didn't wanna share... I mean sometimes the kids dig my sweets and stuff but usually it's the pawing nibble and "eww- no" and then I throw it away. Well- um not my cheesecake. Ha! So granted immature- I wait until Boo and the kids are in the living room and ninja liberate the box of yum- open it super stealth and stare into the oh so wrong-yet right hedonism of confection... I nibble the edges and I hear Cass behind me "What's that?" Squirrel instinct over-drive; I cram the whole everlovin' thing in my mouth "Nuff-in' *mumble-chew-mumble* uh... cheesecake?" She shrugs and wanders back into the living room. I'm such a spaz
