Sometimes words tell the best story; sometimes pictures tell the story better. This will be a combined week. It's truly the best 48 hours of my week, EOTE. This weekend was particularly fabulous. It started Friday with a sweet note from the Tworeks. Here are some snippets in words and pictures:
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| From 2011-06-25 |
After unpacking, we were off to the V. We met Jeanette and Mike for a beer. Had Mike not had to get in his Cessna and fly home, we would still be at the V chatting about life, the universe and everything. Since it was after 6pm and we were feeling the very geriatric diners, complete with Killian's, we stayed for fish fry. I always get fish. Paul always gets chicken. It's awesome. We put our plates at the bar. (I know, I know. Eating at the bar. REALLY. But you have to understand that Killian's on tap in cold mugs is $1)
Then, a confrontation of epic proportions. "Greta, what the HELL ARE YOU DOING?" I yelled as she started to eat the food off of Paul's dinner plate. She started to eat french fries off of Paul's plate. I mean, who does this?? Do you go into a bar and start eating food off of someone else's plate? Here's the deal. No one touches my food. No one touches Paul's food on my watch. She won't do that again.
Wink was in the house and felt so badly for Greta that he went and bought her a plate of fries. Wink's a good guy. Greta went out to smoke. Another reason I just don't want her touching my food. She doesn't wash her hands after smoking.
Paul won $100 in pull tabs. This is like his 4th time. Wish he could hit the lottery. :)
We went to Art on the Beach in Oscoda. Paul bought spices for grilling. So much for art.
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We spent the afternoon on the beach, down in Tawas and then back to our slice of heaven.
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More moat digging
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Yup. Ice cream. Almond Joy.
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Some grammar issues, but they are the BEST waffle cones anywhere.
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An amazing dinner
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These weekends go crazy fast, just east of the equator. Tomorrow, we are back at it!
3 comments:
Dierdre. Sometime ask Jackie about the butter dish. I can't stand it when people gouge out a slice of butter from it, with the knife from their plate--the one they've been using on their food already. That's what the butter knife is for! Worse, though, is using the actual butter knife to smear successive swipes of butter on the bread you've already taken bites from...as if the butter knife was your very own. Hint: 1) take slice of butter from butter dish using butter knife. 2) put that bit of butter onto a clean corner of your plate. 3) immed. put butter knife back on dish for next diner. (After that I don't care what you do with your butter.) I feel the same way about diners scooping more from a serving dish with their own utensils. Guess I'm getting old and cranky, or else spent too much time around the restaurant business, even peripherally.
Of course, all of this high-falutin' butter etiquette was lost entirely on our ol' Lab Edward, who preferred to 'Hoover' the entire 'butter lozenge' from the dish in one quick inhalation. If you blinked, you missed it! (I'm sure Samson is ever so much more restrained?)
Eileen,
I wish we lived closer to you two! Samson is a DOG and would lick the butter dish in ONE GULP. :) He is oblivious to etiquette.
For me, it's ALL about asking ... and I would happily share. But with separate utensils. We are getting old aren't we?
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