Hi, I’m Becki. Welcome to my life. It is jam packed with creativity (mostly created by other people, but sometimes I have inspiration and get all artsy).
Some artists are scary. Very, very scary!
My life is also full of food. TONS and TONS of food!
Yesterday’s roasted veggie scramble with fresh tortillas and salsa at Sofrita.
OH YES!
Lemon pecan pancakes, full of lemon zest and crunchy pecans.
The lightest pancakes I’ve ever eaten!
Coffee is food.
Peanut butter cookie topped with apricot jam!
Gigantic turkey legs and foot-long hot dogs… turkey legs are food, as for the hot dogs – the verdict is still out on whether or not these are actually food.
Puppies are delicious, but again, not food.
Margaritas with salt are not food, but when you send it back and get one WITHOUT salt, it is the consumable.
Tex-Mex rolls with a chipotle-ranch dip. FRIED! Yum.
I ordered the grilled salmon with garlic mashed potatoes and roasted baby carrots. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever had such perfectly cooked salmon!
Of course we had to get dessert! Our awesome waiter brought us the very last slice of flourless chocolate cake. I almost cried tears of joy, but that would have made the cake too salty.
Visual Utopia. It’s named that for a reason!
It’s a small romantic and exquisite restaurant with live entertainment. Last night’s singer,
Tommy Holloway, has a vocal range of FIVE OCTAVES! Unheard of! How does he not ridiculously famous yet???
My time in Fountain Hills is coming to an end. We packed up the booth tonight, I suffered many crushed and bloodied fingers, and tomorrow we’ll head back home where I can breathe a sigh of relief and prepare for the next trip. I love my life. I’m blessed beyond words.
Looks like a nice day out, yes?
A Bird of Paradise, enjoying the sunny day whilst crammed into a dirty pot on the polluted city sidewalk…
Wait a second…
OH GOD NO!
We got hailed on. I ended up with a few nice welts on my face because, being the genius that I am, I decided to look up and see what was falling from the sky. I don’t recommend it.
Mmmm, painkillers. So wiped out that I didn’t even take a picture of my beer. Pity me, please.
