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Saturday, March 15th, 2008

Food Friends Fun

0315081813a.jpgWe got back not long ago from an afternoon with Scot and Erin at their place in NoVA. I’d say it was worth the trip but as it turned out it only took us just over an hour to get there which is curiously about the same amount of time it takes to drive into DC. I can’t understand how that makes sense but don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right? My point is that it was hardly a ‘trip’ at all but totally worth it all the same. Erin corned her own beef from this month’s issue of Bon Apetit! It was delicious and tasted just like corned beef but without all the weird red dye and additives that store bought ones have. Plus she served it with all the fixins, cabbage, carrots, parsnips and potatoes. Rye bread, spicy mustard, I should have talked them into sending me home with a sandwich. I’m going to end my description here because I’m kind of getting hungry again just thinking about it. So, what I want to know Erin, is, will you be corning your own beef from here on out?

Chase had a great time, even though she was bone tired, with M-dog who is about 300% times more loving and tolerant than our own dogs. After dinner, we headed over to Old Town. Neither of us had been before. It’s a great place to shop, eat and hang out. Plus it’s right on the water so it’s a great place to see ducks. We also saw the biggest catfish that I have EVER seen. They were big… I mean huge and disgusting. If I fell in the water I’d be more afraid of having a run-in with one of those monsters than of anything else. I mean they were scary big and disgusting, did I mention disgusting?

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I’ve even been productive since I’ve been home. I replaced all the things that we had up on the wall prior to painting and only what, a week after completing the project? Not too shabby.

Here’s a blurry picture of Chase shopping for clearance shoes:

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I had to whip out the spy cam and take a shot real quick. I wish I’d taken more time with it because I gotta tell you, the shoe she picked out, that was one hideous cowboy-shoe. So I smiled and pretended to put it on when she dropped it at my foot and said this shoose and then returned it to its mate in the box. Don’t you know, she went right back to the same pair but brought me both this time. I was getting worried that the only way I’d get out of there was to buy them but luckily she ceased upon these as her second choice:

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