1. What’s your favorite restaurant in your city?
The Mexican restaurant. Don’t know its name, it’s ‘The Mexican restaurant up the road’
2. What do you like to order there?
I like the tostada salad with chile verde pork, and I love chile rellenos.
3. What’s your favorite appetizer, at any restaurant?
Artichoke anything.
4. What’s a restaurant dish you’ve tried to make at home?
Does Tiramisu count?
5. What would make you refuse to go back to a restaurant?
Bad food, bad service, rude waiters.

Well that didn’t really inspire much. I don’t eat out a lot, although I do order in a couple times a month at least.

Still hobbling and feeling pain everywhere. But it’s the ‘oh, this body hasn’t been used enough recently’ pain, not ‘oh god, please fix whatever the hell is wrong with me’ pain. So it’s all good. Cooked last night, and am planning to cook some more this week. I hope. I am determined, but my body is not always cooperative. My homemaker’s almost an hour late today, too. Should I be worried? She almost always lets me know if something changes, so hope she’s okay. I wish she was my friend, not my homemaker, cause I really like her and we get along like a house on fire. A house on fire? We have the weirdest sayings. We have some really interesting conversations sometimes. About anything and everything. It’s a good thing.

So I googled Mexican restaurants, and it’s Rancho Chico. In doing this, I learned there are six, count them, six, Dunkin Donuts in my town. It’s not that big a town. Six? Seriously. I don’t love donuts, and theirs, except for the truck tire ones, are not my favs. I do like a nice hazelnut coolatta now and then, though. Honey Dew has great donuts, but crap coffee.
Oh, homemaker is here. Yay.