Lots of stress here recently (health-related issues with my dad) but posting to distract myself. We had a planned weekend away in VT (in proximity of Pico Peak…Spring Onion finally got his cast off after his horrific left forearm break so he was excited to get in 1 last ski weekend). We brought my mom at the last minute after a traumatic weekend. So, instead of all the stuff I had mentally planned to do while the guys were skiing (visits to King Flour, Woodstock, Quechee, etc), mom and I hung out at the peaceful rental house. The house had tons of interesting reading material, including a book about food in Copenhagen. Noma is acknowledged but briefly; focus is on the great food scene at that time in one of my favorite cities.
The guys had chili and chicken tenders at the ski lodge Friday and Saturday. There were slope-side waffles at 1 point. Breakfasts of sourdough bagels, eggs, waffles at the house. Mom and I had leftover lunches both days which was fine by us. The 4 of us had only 1 meal out at Worthy Burger, which was fun; the adults all had the fishwich (salmon filet), SO enjoyed his burger. We were excited to spot our new-to-us salmon provider’s wares at the co-op—we messaged him and he was equally excited to get our message. We got apple cider doughnuts and B got his beloved Heady Topper. Cobbled dinner together Saturday night. Headed home Sunday and ordered a ton of Blue Ribbon BBQ, which made mom happy. Friendly service as usual. All the skiing must have worked up SO’s typically meager appetite; he requested a huge breakfast-for-dinner consisting of all the foods I dislike but am learning to prepare. He ate every last bite, even my buxom-y looking eggs.
