Mother's Day, Part 2

After my wonderful nap, the kids presented me with this charming basket of goodies.

Inside it were cards, a vase of flowers --including my all-time favorite, Stargazer lilies--something new: Magnolia Blossoms body lotion by Bath & Body Works,and Lindor chocolate truffles (my favorite. The coating just melts in your mouth and then you get a wonderful chocolate lava center to bite into. Mmmmm! Buy them individually at Michael's. They're at every register.) Creatively wrapped around the 'baxit' were
three balloons --two with cheerful daisies and one with garden bugs. (Guess who picked that one out?)

I was particularly touched by the message Sarah wrote inside her card. It is about looking forward to going to Russia together, beginning our journey together as friends, not just mom and
daughter.

Such a happy collection. (Click the group photo to enlarge.) I took the basket out on the front porch this morning to photograph and then admire while reading my Bible on the swing. Beautiful morning for sittin' a spell with the Lord and so many of His creations. (BTW, how do you rotate a photograph once you've uploaded it in Blogger?)

About that Indian restaurant, though. It must've changed hands since that chef at my yard sale was there .It's still Indian (but when Joel walked in he looked around and then said to me, "I don't SEE any Indians." I told him they were not like cowboys and Indians, but people from India. He still doesn't get it.) Anyway, the family humored me, let's say, by enduring the meal. Service was nearly laughable. Ultra slow. I enjoyed the presentation of the tandoori chicken more than the taste, actually (it was a bit dry).

We got the appetizer to try something new. Good thing, or we'd have been growling by the time our main dishes showed up. Seriously, I could've been to Wendy's and back before we got our food.

We agreed each person would order something different, but we all chose chicken prepared differently! Stephen's was the best (Chicken Mesala), Sarah's the hottest (ch. vindaloo), Paul's the most average, and Ben's was....well, in a word, disgusting. Not the taste, but the look. It was not what he was expecting at all. Green oatmeal with a couple chunks of light cheese and maybe two chicken chunks of some sort.

We shared all the entrees "for a cultural experience" I said. My dear husband kept trying to find something to compliment. I kept trying to make conversation by drawing the kids out with questions . That was my hard work for the day, getting teens to talk.

I posed a question to Sarah who really procrastinates when it comes to having her picture taken.

I asked, "So, Sarah, what do you want to wear for your senior picture?"

"Nothing," she said.

"Nothing?" we all asked in unison. She almost choked on her water ."I mean I don't want to have my picture taken at all." She was all shades of red by that point. Meanwhile, I'm feigning
shock. "Oh, Paul, we've raised a porn star!"

Dessert was wonderful, though . Rose petal ice cream. It's edible rose petals (a treat in India)
with strawberry sauce and whipped cream served in a fancy frosted dish. It was "on the house" --one dessert for all six of us to share.

I thought the food was good enough to try again, but I'd go with someone who appreciates the cuisine. I will also hold off till the wait staff is more experienced. It's definitely a new business.
BUT I WARN YOU. Do NOT, I repeat, when you're leaving ,DO NOT EAT THE THINGS ON THE HOSTESS DESK THAT LOOK LIKE CHOCOLATE SPRINKLES. You will think they're little minty chips, but they are not. I don't know what they are, but they smell like perfume and taste like chewing tobacco.

We had to go to Broom's Bloom for ice cream to get the taste out of our mouths.