On Tuesday night we went to
Black Star, the brewpub that we totally own (a minuscule share of, because it is a co-op). Their own brews aren't up and running quite yet, but the food is goooooooood. Full disclosure: if all of you eat there repeatedly, that might result in me getting 14 cents someday. Or not. I actually have no idea how that works. Can someone explain co-ops to me?
Anyway, despite the riches that potentially await me, I'm not lying. It's really good.
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Grilled veggie sandwich. Due to my bread addiction, I find salads to be 500% better when they are called a "sandwich" instead. See also: wraps, pizzas. |
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You can tell it isn't food I made because Dan actually got to have beef for dinner. |
Meanwhile, Anna is continuing her joyful ingestion of bananas, although her skills at this point are still sub-monkey.
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She was mostly chewing on the peel. |
Wednesday night's dinner was neither brown nor mushy, because I was in a
Big Salad mood. I love Big Salads, probably because I spent a lot of formative years watching
Seinfeld, but Dan does not like them, probably because he was watching some show where the characters complain about Big Salads being unwieldy.
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Also, there is no steak in it. |
I swear I keep taking these away from her and hiding them is different places, but she is just drawn to them like a magnet.
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"What should I beat on first?" |
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I really only included this to record the fact that a sleeveless top was appropriate outdoor-wear on November 11th. |
"The man is later suspected in the murder of a dry cleaner, and Kramer helps the man to see his pet fish by driving in his white Ford Bronco in a low speed chase down the New Jersey Turnpike."
ReplyDeleteGod I miss Seinfeld.