I’ve been listening to a lot of books on CDs lately on my ever-so-exciting commute.

One of the books I recently heard was by a food critic for a well-known newspaper. I would have recommended the book to you, but in looking at her other books, discovered reviews that weren’t that great (and weren’t about food), so passed on a recommendation.

I did enjoy this book.

I got into my car on those cold, dark, first-week-of January mornings and instantly I heard a description of “spice and sweetness that went somersaulting through my mouth” or “shrimp so succulent, you can taste the ocean.”

Next to me was my brown lunch bag filled with a collage of foods quickly thrown in on the way out the door.  Healthy, but disconnected.

Oh, to have a meal artfully plated (or even to have somersaulting tastes)!

So when my friend and I decided to meet for dinner, I went hunting for a restaurant I hadn’t been to before in the area where we wanted to meet. I found one, so asked a friend at work (or lived in the area of the restaurant) if he had been there.

“I haven’t heard of that one, but I know exactly where you should go,” he told me.

He directed me to Regina’s.

The restaurant got off to a good start because just THINKING about a good Italian meal on zero-degree day is satisfying.

However, when I arrived at the restaurant in my rather high-heeled boots, navigating the parking lot was a little treacherous. I mean, they could hold the US Skating Championships on that parking lot. I know it’s been a difficult week to keep the ice off the sidewalk and driveways – but still when you’re a business, I would think you would do SOMETHING.  As I waited for my friend, I watched other people gingerly make their way from car to door.

Inside – the restaurant was warm and inviting with a mural painted along one wall which reminded both of us of Culross. Some of the tables were sectioned off by curtains. (I noticed that the people they had chosen to put behind the curtains that night – was not a couple on a date, but rather a family with kids.)

The server was friendly. I decided on hot tea and she brought us a large box of TAZO tea from which to choose. We both choose wild orange. I am a big TAZO tea fan – at least their iced tea. However, we didn’t like the orange hot tea. Kind of weirdly spicy or something – certainly didn’t somersault down my mouth or anywhere else. But then, that was the tea, not the restaurant.

My friend ordered chicken marsala and I ordered the chicken tetrazzini. My friend said hers was good – she had a couple rather large pieces of chicken on top of the pasta.  My serving was also very large. I honestly don’t think I could’ve eaten it all even if I wanted to. The pasta had large chunks of chicken (sometimes in this type of dish, the chicken is hidden) and was covered with a creamy alfredo sauce that had great taste.

Even after eating for quite awhile, I had hardly made a dent in my dish. I had enough for both lunch and dinner the next day and still didn’t finish it. (Do not even want to THINK about the total number of calories on THAT plate.)

I will give this restaurant a 3. Lots I liked about it. But neither of us liked the tea and that parking lot was crazy. I guess the other negative is they sat everyone fairly close together (except for the family with the kids behind the curtain) even though there were lots of empty tables. We had a fairly loud table right behind us and at times couldn’t even hear each other talk. I understand restaurants have no say on who is loud and who isn’t – but you can spread your customers out a little when you’re not overly busy.

So, even though I gave it a three – I would recommend it.

OK, my stint as food critic is now done.

I have to go cook supper.


Here’s a dessert idea that is fun for the whole family.

1. Prepare a dozen plain, white cupcakes. (Plain white seems to work best so the taste doesn’t overpower the flavors in the frosting.)


2. Mix white frosting with cocoa and yellow coloring until you create a spaghetti-colored tint.DSC_0341

3. Put frosting in a sandwich bag and cut a small hole in the corner of the bag. (I could’ve made the hole smaller than what I did.) Squeeze spaghetti onto the cupcakes.


4. Top with a piece of round, chocolate candy. Some people use malted-milk balls. We used Ferrero Rondnoir.

Dip the balls in a small amount of strawberry or cherry jam. (Strawberry looks a little saucier because of the consistency, but cherry and chocolate is a popular flavor combination.)


5. Top with grated white chocolate and enjoy.


For some reason the outfit I wore today reminded me of an almost-embarrassing moment I had several years ago.

The Bradley Center had just opened in Milwaukee and Ken and I were there for some special event – I can’t remember what. But, I do remember I had heels on and my winter coat.

As is typical of large stadiums, the upper tiers are steep and you need to carefully walk down the steps because a fall could be quite treacherous.

So, we had just come out of our row and had about six steps to get down out of the seats to level ground. I went to take a step and my heel caught in the hem of my coat – and STUCK.  Ken was a little behind me and unable to grab me as he saw me teeter on one heel and fall forward.

I tumbled through the air – helpless to get my heel out of my coat hem and get my footing.

But there at the bottom of the steps, some gentleman saw my cordless bungee jumping and reached out and caught me – saving me a ton of embarrassment and probably, a trip to the ER.

Every time I wear my heeled boots and good coat, I think of that night and the quick-thinking, kind man whoever he was.


Remember how exciting Snow Days were when you were a kid?

That doesn’t work when you’re an adult. Snow Days don’t equal a day of play.

But, if  you’re fortunate and your schedule for the day was to work at home anyhow, then a snow day is still fun.

You can make yourself a big mug of hot chocolate and watch the falling flakes as you write.

A snow day also means that my daily exercise is shoveling. Which I don’t mind because at least I’m accomplishing something – unlike riding my inside stationary bike which takes me no where. I love the outdoors. I love the fresh air.

Ahhh … snow days.

Hmmm … I think I’ll go do some editing in front of the fire.