Mazza Love

I went with Christopher to the audition and stayed in the car. When I stay in the car I turn my face in the sun, close my eyes, and listen to 128o The Zone. The Zone is Utah's premiere sports talk radio, and I have a slight addiction. I am a p-1, as they call all avid listeners. My brothers mock me though (they are hard core) they say I am just a p-hon. Whatever, I think Bronco's defense is just as gimmicky as the next Cougartown citizen.
But let me just tell you now that I am about as girly, wimpy and feminine as they come. I am not bragging, I am just telling it like it is. The Zone is the only masculine behavior that I have.
Proof: I have never mowed the lawn. Never even turned the sucker on. Or started it. Whatever you do to get lawn mowers going.
After the audition, where Christopher had to get gritty and changed the word "rump" to "ass" in the script, we went to lunch. This time it was a lovely spot recommended by my best friend Wendy. Located at about 15th East and 15th South in a cozy neighborhood sits Mazza, Lebanese Cuisine. This is a tiny, romantic restaurant, in an out of the way spot. There, I just described the restaurant of my dreams.

This was Christopher's first taste of Lebanese love. He had a chicken shwarma with the lemon yogurt sauce and a warm falafel with Tahini, of course. Who knew that my spouse would like mashed chickpeas?

Question I am going to start asking people: Where was your first falafel?
My Answer: Paris (with Page....she had to be included somewhere on this post).
Wendy's Answer: Jerusalem
Christopher's Answer: SugarHouse

It was so good, Christopher even enjoyed his burps on the way home.

I am pretty sure we didn't get pumpkin spice from England. But if we did, my apologies to the English. 'Cause those cookies were good.