Sunday was finally a (mostly) relaxing day. No more trips to the grocery, but de-greased and froze barley soup in quart packets, froze various other dinner servings and hung out with T. Her friend stopped by so they could work on a joint philosophy paper, and I drew the scene. Tay crawled over me at one point to plug in a light for the artiste:
My best to date! Harriet, a close friend from last year, stopped by as well, in town briefly from Portland. Her first comment was how Tay looked like her mother…I loved it!
A mellow day of homework, a nice long walk, and a favorite dinner of lemon chicken with capers. A movie and I went to bed while Tay headed back to her desk to finish her reading. The room looked great with a little re-arranging and the decorative pillows we scored at Fred Meyer:
Monday I awoke before my girl, showered and packed and left sticky note reminders and cooking tips around the house. She’ll definitely know I was there! We headed out to philosophy of language class, a much smaller class with about 8 students. Same instructions for me! Interesting to listen to young minds arguing and discussing philosophy.
Immediately after class, we were headed to the airport. We decided to stop for a quick lunch at the Cornbread Cafe (although I was already angsting about having enough time), but it was closed on Sundays. Out to the airport, and then I realized my flight was 30 minutes later than I thought. We headed back out for the first barbecue restaurant we came to (we had passed a few on the way there) and landed at an aptly named joint:
Headed in and ordered the combo plate (have to try it all!) and were pleasantly surprised by each getting a large bowl of freshly made, non-mayonnaisy cole slaw. This was followed by a big plate with smoked brisket, smoked ribs, and yes, you guessed it, smoked pulled pork barbecue (lest we not forget: corn and mashies between us as well). Sorry folks, no picture (we fell on it without time to breathe or snap a picture), but suffice it to say it was meaty, smoky and fatty. MmmmmMmmmm. Tay drove me back to the airport with my foil to-go packet, and I settled contentedly with my food coma in my seat and chilled (wee wee wee) all the way home.