My niece is 18 mos old and already doing duck-lips pictures (Taken with instagram)
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Fish sandwich, Mac and cheese, hushpuppies, fried chicken salad. Mmmm (w dad) (Van Horn Sandwich Shop)
Traditional Dad-style pancakes with Diane and Dad. The picture last time is much prettier (John’s Giant Pantry)
Dad made traditional Thanksgiving food for Uncle Peter, Diane & me: spicy bean curd, beef & snow peas, hot & sour soup (John’s Giant Pantry)
Cooking my first ever turkey! Mom’s in rehab for her ankle so Diane and I are feeding her (Fran’s Cat Ranch)
I am thankful for:
I often feel like I’m wasting all of this though… just waiting around for something to happen… puttering, killing time. :/
*there is still a chance it can come back in a different place, but my doctors say it’s very unlikely
Dad was here this weekend. We started yesterday at the Natural History Museum which was nice but we weren’t that impressed (we’re both big fans of the Smithsonian museums in DC which we feel are way better). Had a quick late lunch, walked through Central Park, then a late (for us) dinner at Ceol on Smith St in Cobble Hill. We had that on a previous visit and they were good enough for a repeat.
Today we took this epic walk. Started at my place, walked along part of the red portion to Moutarde (5th ave and Carroll St in Park Slope) for tasty brunch, continued on the red part, did the whole park clockwise on the blue, then back along the red to my place. My feet feel like I just walked 7.1 miles in sandles.. why is that?