So, yesterday was father's day.
It starts with my wife and son bringing me coffee and a couple of pieces of buttered raisin toast to me in bed. (we never usually have raisin bread around, so this was a treat)
An hour and a half later, we meet my parents for breakfast. I have issues with eggs in their pure form these days, so I had the blueberry pancakes (three huge pancakes, with real maple syrop) and a side order of ham. Was pretty full by the end of that.
The breakfast with my parents was kind of late, so at lunch I was not all that hungry, so I had some left over pasta salad and some yoghurt, but then decided I was hungrier than I'd thought so I had a spinach salad and a couple more pieces of raisin toast and some cheese.
Then, as it was warm, I had the half litre bottle of beer that my father had brought me back from England recently.
Then we went out for supper, to a italian-ish place that we had not been to in a couple of years, but liked. They had a great antipasto platter with warm olives that my son adored, so of course we order the antipasto platter, and soup of the day was seafood chowder, so my wife and I both order that, and we agreed to split two pizzas.
It turns out that they have changed the antipasto platter. No more olives
What was there was good, but I liked most of it more than my wife or son did, so I ate over half of it I think. And they brought us truly lovely bread along with olive oil and balsamic vinegar for dipping it in, so of course I had a couple of pieces of that (and some more when they brought us a new basket).
The seafood chowder was decent, and very rich and creamy.
The pizza was italian style, thin crust cooked in a wood oven. We all ended up being so full that we couldn't finish the last couple of slices, although it was very good.
When we left I was so full that I could happily have stretched out on a couch right then and fallen asleep, but instead we went for gelato. Some ginger gelato cleansed my pallet and soothed my overfull tummy somewhat. Even so, by the time I went to bed a few hours later I was still too full to comfortably lie on my front.
Which is why I think we should change the name from Father's Day to FATther's day!
Regards;
-Ed
It starts with my wife and son bringing me coffee and a couple of pieces of buttered raisin toast to me in bed. (we never usually have raisin bread around, so this was a treat)
An hour and a half later, we meet my parents for breakfast. I have issues with eggs in their pure form these days, so I had the blueberry pancakes (three huge pancakes, with real maple syrop) and a side order of ham. Was pretty full by the end of that.
The breakfast with my parents was kind of late, so at lunch I was not all that hungry, so I had some left over pasta salad and some yoghurt, but then decided I was hungrier than I'd thought so I had a spinach salad and a couple more pieces of raisin toast and some cheese.
Then, as it was warm, I had the half litre bottle of beer that my father had brought me back from England recently.
Then we went out for supper, to a italian-ish place that we had not been to in a couple of years, but liked. They had a great antipasto platter with warm olives that my son adored, so of course we order the antipasto platter, and soup of the day was seafood chowder, so my wife and I both order that, and we agreed to split two pizzas.
It turns out that they have changed the antipasto platter. No more olives
What was there was good, but I liked most of it more than my wife or son did, so I ate over half of it I think. And they brought us truly lovely bread along with olive oil and balsamic vinegar for dipping it in, so of course I had a couple of pieces of that (and some more when they brought us a new basket).The seafood chowder was decent, and very rich and creamy.
The pizza was italian style, thin crust cooked in a wood oven. We all ended up being so full that we couldn't finish the last couple of slices, although it was very good.
When we left I was so full that I could happily have stretched out on a couch right then and fallen asleep, but instead we went for gelato. Some ginger gelato cleansed my pallet and soothed my overfull tummy somewhat. Even so, by the time I went to bed a few hours later I was still too full to comfortably lie on my front.
Which is why I think we should change the name from Father's Day to FATther's day!
Regards;
-Ed
