The day before Magnolia June was born, Lily and Jessie and Gibson and August and I ate lunch at a newish Indian buffet in the same strip mall where Japanica lives. It was so good that we've been back (some of us, at least) three times. Today my was my second time and it was so good that I just kept saying, "This is the best thing I've ever eaten," which may or may not be true but it was mighty fine. For those of you who live in Tallahassee, it's the Persis Grill
in the old Publix shopping center on Mahan, just east of Capital Circle. We've only gone at lunch for the buffet and everything I've had there has been delicious. We're somewhat addicted, I believe.
And the people who work there are very sweet and very attentive and it feels so comfortable and the music makes us want to dance. Which some of us do.
Gibson dancing on his Auntie May's knees.
August relaxing on his Uncle Hank.
I love going to lunch with all of my babies. Well, poor Owen misses most of them now because for some reason he has to attend school. There's just something magical and so wonderfully human about everyone sitting around a table, passing babies around, sharing bites, catching up on everyone's life. And I'd gladly have them all out here once a week but lunch just seems so easy and for some reason, my kids think that Lloyd is halfway to Jacksonville. And besides- this way I don't have to cook or clean up. It's all just pure joy and I'm so grateful we can do this. Lives get so busy and yes, we can all keep in touch via social media and telephones and texting but there is just nothing like us all being together, close enough to hug, to kiss, to share gossip and plans and jokes and dreams, mint chutney and tamarind sauce.
Please pass the water, please pass the raita, please pass the baby.
Here's your lagniappe for the day. Or dessert. Whichever. Both.
Oh the baby perfection in the last photo xReplyDelete
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That child's cheeks are nothing short of a wonder.ReplyDelete
Pass the water, pass the raita, pass the baby... Ha ha ha that was the best line! It sounds like a fun time and with no clean up it doesn't sound like it can get much better except for having Owen and Mr Moon there.ReplyDelete
I don't know how you don't eat those babies up along with the raita.ReplyDelete
I wonder how lagniappe is pronounced. I read it here all the time and in my head it sounds Parisian-French. I bet it's not. I should look that up. Or you should post yourself pronouncing it. :-) The first is probably the easier option.ReplyDelete
It's so great that you can regularly go to lunch with your family. I wish I could do the same with mine. And I'm glad you found an alternative to Japanica!ReplyDelete
I love how close your family is.ReplyDelete
One of the best things about going to lunch with mama is checking the blog later.ReplyDelete
Leisha- Babies ARE perfection.ReplyDelete
Jo- She's so kissable and squishable.
Joanne- And Vergil and Jason too!
Elizabeth- Occasionally a toe or finger does get nibbled.
Mwa- I think it's just pronounced "Lanny-yap."
Steve Reed- When Owen is with us, it's always Japanica!
Hank- You should blog about our lunches too and then we could compare and contrast!
Sounds like another good day for you and your family.ReplyDelete