We've been out of town, so here's a quick catch up: Thursday night was pear and gorgonzola pizza topped with arugula that I tossed with salt, pepper, and raspberry blush vinegar. Whoa, did you just step into a 1990 Bret Easton Ellis novel or what? Yeah, I know, every time I'm in a restaurant and see what is basically salad on top of pizza, I think: that is sort of weird and pretentious. So obviously I was compelled to do it myself. I had some dough that I froze many months ago (I think it was actually snowing when I made it) so I figured I'd use it up in the frou-frou-iest way I could.
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The arugula adds a nice peppery hint of snobbery.
Anyway, we're in Mansfield this weekend for my Granny's 90th birthday. On Friday afternoon, we packed light and zipped up the ever-delightful 35th Interstate. It was a beautiful day.
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I guess when we have two kids we'll just get a U-Haul for weekend trips.
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Like a band of gypsies, we crawl down the highway at 35 mph.
At least we arrived to a nice buffalo chicken salad and smooth Belgian-style trippel. Hooray for Yaya and Pawpaw's house!
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In an effort to relax this weekend, I've been trying not to notice anything humorous.
It's amazing that not only was it the 35th Interstate to be built, but it's name is also... ohhh... wait. I see what ya did there.
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