On the first day of Christmas my true love cooked for me recipes from the Takeout 25 cookbook.
On the second day of Christmas a local foodie grabbed a bag with two Parky’s hot dogs (and a mound of delicious French fries).
On the third day of Christmas a trio of Mulatta’s spinach and sundried tomato empanadas set a festive tone.
On the fourth day of Christmas a double order of meatballs from Il Vicolo rolled their way to my door.
On the fifth day of Christmas huevos rancheros from Breakfast House rounded up the score.
On the sixth day of Christmas I shared a dozen oysters with my boss at Hemingway’s Bistro.
On the seventh day of Christmas I arranged a tray of Broken Tart’s mint chocolate brownies into a heptagon for sharing with friends.
On the eighth day of Christmas ocho tacos from Taco Mucho filled us up while we got filled in on family news.
On the nineth day of Christmas we had to choose from the nine flavors of margaritas at Margarita’s Restaurant.
On the tenth day of Christmas Salerno’s baked a 10” pizza with pepperoni, onions, green pepper and black olives, just how I like it.
On the eleventh day of Christmas Twisted Cookie’s peppermint bark shake shook up the carol singing choir’s tastebuds.
On the twelfth day of Christmas I needed something gluten free (or nut-free or vegan or regular). A dozen cupcakes from Crumb Crusher came through for me.


















