My folks are out for the weekend. We’ve done a number of fun things (the Children’s Museum, etc.), but we’ve also eaten. A lot. An unusual amount. And that on top of the food-fest last weekend out in California.
Thursday night: 240 Union. Faboo eats, as usual. We had the creole garlic shrimp for starters. I had a marvelous strip steak. I eschewed dessert, but had a calvados brandy.
Friday night: Beer after the golf game. Wine with dinner. Margie cooked up chorizo-pork burgers. Ate one and a half. Jackie backed oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. Ate too many of them.
Saturday night: Brunch at Le Peep. Trail Dust Steakhouse. Fried mushrooms. A big steak. A large margarita. Minimal number of calories burned dancing with Katherine on the dance floor.
I think it was the cookies that did me in.
We’re golfing 18 regulation tomorrow. Assuming I fit into my pants, I am frelling walking the course.