The best coffee in the city

If you are in Houston and haven't tried Minuti, you haven't lived and you are a disgrace to this city.

That may be a bit harsh.

But for reals it's good.  And it's Italian.  Which means it's legit.

I have never tasted a brew so delicious, and I have tasted many.

This is a lie.  Because I spent many days in Italy and drank very very good joe there.  BUT IT WAS PROBABLY MADE BY MR. MINUTI HIMSELF!

I'm writing this post after having a headache for about 36 bazillion hours, so the fact that it is rude and/or does not make sense is all because of that.  Please don't stop reading.

The owner of minuti is the nicest man on the planet, and  gave us a sample of their "chocolate coffee that is so thick you have to eat it with a spoon" in this miniature mug.

I ate it all, then threw this in my purse to keep.

Jokes.

It was amazing.  AH MAZE ING.

They have pictures of scooters all over the place.  Everyone remembers how much I love scooters, right??  RIGHT?!

and they have scrabble.  But someone was hogging it and also didn't ask me to play which offended me, so we played on my phone.

DC played scrabble with me.

This place works miracles.

Minuti Coffee

909 Texas St. Houston, TX

8.4.10

Dear Husband,

When I suggested riding our bikes to get new yoga mats with 20 minutes until the store closed, you calmly aired up my tires, and we were out the door.  You’ve adjusted to my antics well, kind sir. 

Thanks for bringing a bag.  I often make life a little harder by not thinking ahead.  But you usually get a good laugh out of it, so I think I’ll stick with my ways.

Oh, and you have hot legs.

Wife

She Got Her Daddy’s Car and She Cruised Through the Hamburger Stand Now

If you ask my dad where he wants to get dinner, even if it’s celebrating his birthday/ a raise/ 30th wedding anniversary, he will say Whataburger every time.

 

For as long as I can remember, any time my mom was out of town or gone for the evening, he would take us to Whataburger for dinner.  I always thought he was saying WATERburger (that’s a Texas accent for ya) and imagined the drive through worker dipping my burger in a sink full of water, then wrapping it up and handing it to me out the window.  But how could it be dry when I opened it?!?!  That was such a mystery to me as a kid.  By kid, I mean until I was, like, 19. 

We ate Whataburger all the time, and I’m not even mad about that memory.  In fact, it’s one of my favorites. 

When I see that orange and white, I think of my dad, windows down on Old Blue, riding on the bench next him, singing to the beach boys, picking up lunch for the fam.

I love that.

Random fact- in College Station, TX where Texas A&M is, their Whataburger is painted maroon and white.  Because UT’s colors are orange and white.  It’s unnecessarily excessive.

Are you wondering why I have pictures of a burger and fries?

OV06 trip to Texas.  Stolen from Sgt. Lauren Hugel, U.S. Navy Attorney at Law/ Badass.  Hugel I forgot your real title, but I think the one I made sounds pretty hard core.  Kind of like Dr. Cardella, Medicine Woman.

So the point here is, if you wear orange today (buck up Aggies) to Whataburger between 5-8pm, your Whataburger is on the house.

And I am livid that I didn’t plan ahead and had sliders last night.

But probably not as mad as the people reading this who don’t live in Texas and henceforth do not have a Whataburger.

Chocolate and Peanut Butter: A marriage designed by God.

No-bake Chocolate Peanut Butter Bars

Recipe at Buns In My Oven. 

She adapted another recipe that called for 1 c butter (she uses 3/4).  I used Land O The Lakes light butter, and I don’t think you need as much as it calls for.  If you’re concerned.  1/2 c. should do.

Also, because I was not meant to be a baker, I used old fashion oats (which, for the record, baking recipes usually call for) instead of quick oats.  So it turned out more like goat food.  But, like, delicious goat food.

Happy Monday.

7.28.10

Dear Husband,

You’re almost done.

You can do it.

NO ONE could have handled this project better than you have.

A few more days.

A few more whiny phone calls from Nellie.

A few more early mornings, and badabing.

Dunzo.

Time for some time off.

Some bike rides.

Some sleeping in.

Some turning the cell phone off.

I, personally, can’t wait for that. For you.

Thank you for providing for me, for listening to me babble when you get home, for being brave, for being patient.

I’d spend every Sunday afternoon taping numbers on massive air conditioners if it meant hanging with you.

You rule, Klein drools.

Wife.