Waiting for Cheesy Biscuits

I love the cheesy biscuits they serve at Red Lobster. I like looking at the lobsters in the tank by the front door. But I never eat them. They are too much like pets. Shrimp on the other hand . . .

I have a tradition of making a face out of certain veggies I would rather not eat placing them on the plate where the cheesy biscuits are supposed to reside but for which I have no need since I don’t set those biscuits down once I take them hot from the basket.

Now we are a month away from having our own local Red Lobster. No more long waits downtown Tucson to get a table. And it is 5 minutes from home, meaning we can be there in . . . 5 minutes.