My parents were foodies before the word existed. These folks had wine tastings at our house growing up, they maximized the mini-lobster season (we lived near the Florida Keys), and they prized the arrival of my grandmother's jarred tomatoes and pickles each year.
Even now, when they throw a party everyone knows that quality food will abound. At Sizzles first birthday, they insisted on bringing a cooler of dry ice full of king crab they scored via their restaurant friend. This weekend, while RVing in Linnville, North Carolina, they threw a shrimp boil outside their coach featuring gulf shrimp, kielbasa, corn and potatoes.
Is it a wonder then, between me and her grandparents,
that Sizzles gave her first food critique this
weekend?
While tasting the several of the baker's choice cupcakes from the Atlanta Cupcake Factory this weekend, she declared that she liked the second cupcake (with a Nutella whipped frosting) better than the first cupcake (a chocolate cupcake topped with dark chocolate ganache and sprinkled with a hint of cayenne, ala Mexican hot chocolate) because, "The chocolate is lighter and not quite as spicy."
That's my girl.