Mark’s dad died last Friday, and we got back from the funeral in North Carolina at about 10:00 p.m. last night. That’s why I was writing and obliterating my leek tart post in the Orlando airport on Sunday – we were on our way to NC. Had to get up at 3:45 a.m. on Sunday to drive to Milwaukee for a 7:00 a.m. flight – that’s not even Oh my effing God – 3:45 is just ouch. I am not recovered from the trip yet – first getting up too early, then I had a little too much wine on Sunday night. There was a big crowd at dinner and Mark’s brother Gregg, who knows a good bit about wine, got two bottles of a nice red, then there were another two bottles of an even better red back at their room. Such bad form – note to self – not supposed to get too drunk when attending father-in-law’s funeral to support your spouse. Poorly done. Not about you …. And now I’ve got a cold.
I didn’t take a single picture of North Carolina food. My last food shot was Sunday breakfast in the Orlando airport.
We had a few good meals – Sunday night was Bonefish, which I think is a limited chain. I had swordfish and pumpkin ravioli, before I drank too much red wine. Monday after the funeral, and after a lot of the family went home, we went to a place called Ironwood Cafe. Also nice – I had ribs and sweet potato fries and haricot verts – tasty but heavy. I broke my water glass while Gregg & Jean were eating dessert and I was drinking a cup of lemon tea to try to settle my stomach – splashed water all over Mark & Ethan, broke the stem off the glass. Tuesday was the lawyer, lunch at a Panera, and another 9 hours of travel. Meals – half a mozzarella panini & tomato soup at the Panera, scone from Starbucks, and ice cream from Baskin-Robbins in the BWI airpot – shoulda been good but there were too many ice chips in the ice cream.
Today back to work and a 9:00 a.m. meeting, and a 2:00 to 4:30 class. I am sooo out of it.
But maybe it’s not just me – I made pizza for dinner, and Instagram and Tumblr don’t seem to be talking to each other – here’s the pix tho –