Kepler’s Italian Grill, Greenville MS

A serious craving for crawfish dip with flatbread chips prompted this post, and all I can say is it’s a good thing Kepler’s does take out! This is a great new restaurant in Greenville and if you haven’t already, I suggest you check them out soon. I can personally recommend the aforementioned crawfish dip (yummiest appetizer EVER, seriously), the fried olives with rĂ©moulade sauce, the chicken, spinach and mushroom pizza, and the cheese tortellini. I didn’t have any room left for dessert, but my sister enjoyed the bread pudding drizzled with white chocolate cream sauce tremendously. The food was very good, the prices are great, and the service was outstanding. See you guys again soon!

Kepler’s Italian Grill is open Wednesday thru Sunday; a full menu and complete restaurant services can be found here.


The Cake Lady

I walked across the street tonight to see my college roommate, Leslie Beasley Mitchell, to reminisce, to watch her youngest son play baseball, and to get the scoop on her most recent endeavor. In between laughing at old memories (sorry, can’t share decades-old secrets here), watching the game, and dodging mosquitoes, we talked about the incredible cakes that she says are baked in her very own kitchen. But I believe in magic, and I’m not so sure there’s not a little wand-waving and spell-casting at work here.

Word of mouth is spreading over how imaginative Leslie’s cakes are, and they’re delicious to boot (I’ve got a bowl-licking appointment soon, purely for research purposes, of course). She told me a hilarious story tonight about how a woman who works at a local Walmart bakery actually called her to order a cake, then had Leslie drive around with it through the entire Mississippi Delta for the better part of a day. I would have driven that cake right back to my house and eaten every crumb of it myself after half an hour, but anyone who knows Leslie knows that’s just the kind of person she is. She’s incredibly kind, incredibly artistic, and I’m very lucky to call her my friend. She’s going to need a bigger kitchen soon, I suspect.

Leslie Beasley Mitchell, “The Cake Lady”