"There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere . . . "
- Mansfield Park by Jane Austen
I had quite the baby-filled weekend, attending a Spider Knitting baby warming on Sunday. My knitting group has undergone a serious baby boom recently and we can hardly keep count of the little mites tottering around these days.
I met the twins, Lily and Caroline.
I used my sleepy-baby magic skills and knocked Lily right out for an hour or so.
The babies - they were everywhere. Walking, crawling, scooting, rolling.
We even had West-coast babies drop in for a visit.
Some of the mites chilled out on blankets.
Bigger mites romped in the grass.
The rest of us lounged on the deck, enjoying the company, the conversation, the sangria and maybe a wee bit of knitting.
And then the food. So much food.
The only downside? Well, my lingering congestion that had me sneezing (and snoozing, from the medication).
And the fact that I had to sprint from the party to the airport (without even seeing my Boy or my Pup), only to find myself delayed, dismayed and squozen in a middle seat between a sulking teen boy and a chatty ex pilot, circling NYC for an hour.
For better or worse, it looks like this might be my last trip to Atlanta for a while. Hopefully some time this week I'll figure out how to breathe again.
I didn't try to order a kid's meal. I just noticed that there were BIG burritos and small burritos and I asked for a small one.
The next thing I knew, the burrito-fixing gal threw a cookie and a fancy little cup at me.
I couldn't finish the chips and I didn't even touch the cookie. The burrito was petite, but enough for me. If you are hangry this might not be substantial, but I think I'll go back for the Moo Moo again for dinner some time.
Interestingly, the biscuit itself was on the dismal side. There was no fluff. It was heavy. Dry. All of the butter in Georgia couldn't save this one. If this biscuit tried to fly, it would land flatly upon its crumbly rump. It was thick, doughy and oddly sweet. A Southern biscuit should not be sweet (cornbread, on the otherhand, benefits from several pinches of sugar, but I'm opening myself up to lots of controversy there!
I barely put away half of that bready old thing, which is never the case with biscuits and me.
The rest of the meal, however, excelled! We shall excuse the biscuit and indulge, instead in a frosty glass of iced tea.
Then, the lovely decadence of breakfast for dinner! And here - the Fried Green Tomato Benedict, with Dreamy Grits and turkey bacon.
Grits - creamy and not at all gritty.
Eggs - perfectly cooked (although I had to request over-easy since they default to medium).
Fried Green Tomato - delightful!
Turkey bacon - crunchy, chewy perfect!
I can't WAIT to get back to the Flying Biscuit (sans actual biscuit, though). It's suddenly a favorite!
Next time, I'll try the Mexican eggs...or the turkey burger! What do you think?
I haven't finished any knitting projects. But I can't stop casting on...
Yes, another miter crosses blanket (this one from random scraps of sock yarn) even though I've barely made any progress on my other miter blanket. But that one doesn't travel well. This one does.
And a second ever-growing granny square baby blanket, because the other one got too big to carry on the road.
Last week, work was extra busy up in Wisconsin. We have a big conference tomorrow and I've been running myself ragged trying to get ready for it. I ended up scooting over to Marty's Pizzafor dinner. I tried some of the jalapeno poppers (eh).