This morning, I figured we should do something fun. To counteract winter. Yes, it's still winter here :(
Let me correct myself - there was no "morning" about it. I woke up at 11. Ever since Daylight Savings Time kicked in, I've been waking up way too late. Before I was waking up at 9:30. I want to rectify this in a way that doesn't involve an alarm clock. Any suggestions?
Anyhow, we went to Le Grainne in lieu of oatmeal. It's a very French cafe I'm sure I've written about before. They bring you French toast, not reliant on tons of eggs for flavor, but rather the quality of the bread; an orange cut in an elegant French way; a sprinkling of almonds; small tasty potatoes, in the mist; and a bowl of chopped fruit garnished with mint. They also bring you mustard in a small glass house. (Don't worry, I didn't put mustard on the French toast. And no one threw stones at the glass house...OUCH! I couldn't resist. ;)
Then I went to the Strand to pick up Angela's Ashes for D. I already read it, and he wants to, after we both read Teacher Man (which knocked our socks off). The guy at the store told me, "It's in a ridiculous location. Irish history. Because it's so historical. And when people put it in Literature, it keeps coming back." I pictured the book tiptoeing across the store. Anyway, it was a beautiful price...$3.95 for a brand-new-looking hardcover. Gotta love the Strand. I also picked up some trashy chick lit for myself, because the last book I finished was A Fine Balance, and although it was really good...it was also violently depressing.
I also met Friendly Louie, being walked by an old woman who really looked like she should have a cigar in her mouth. "He's a lovah," she told me. "Good as gold."
Let me correct myself - there was no "morning" about it. I woke up at 11. Ever since Daylight Savings Time kicked in, I've been waking up way too late. Before I was waking up at 9:30. I want to rectify this in a way that doesn't involve an alarm clock. Any suggestions?
Anyhow, we went to Le Grainne in lieu of oatmeal. It's a very French cafe I'm sure I've written about before. They bring you French toast, not reliant on tons of eggs for flavor, but rather the quality of the bread; an orange cut in an elegant French way; a sprinkling of almonds; small tasty potatoes, in the mist; and a bowl of chopped fruit garnished with mint. They also bring you mustard in a small glass house. (Don't worry, I didn't put mustard on the French toast. And no one threw stones at the glass house...OUCH! I couldn't resist. ;)
Then I went to the Strand to pick up Angela's Ashes for D. I already read it, and he wants to, after we both read Teacher Man (which knocked our socks off). The guy at the store told me, "It's in a ridiculous location. Irish history. Because it's so historical. And when people put it in Literature, it keeps coming back." I pictured the book tiptoeing across the store. Anyway, it was a beautiful price...$3.95 for a brand-new-looking hardcover. Gotta love the Strand. I also picked up some trashy chick lit for myself, because the last book I finished was A Fine Balance, and although it was really good...it was also violently depressing.
I also met Friendly Louie, being walked by an old woman who really looked like she should have a cigar in her mouth. "He's a lovah," she told me. "Good as gold."
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Dude, I am SO coming up to visit! I wish I could move to NYC! Everything sounds just so much more interesting up there.
for some reason i picture going to this place called Lasagna with d, you and DH if he came along...they have all these varieties of lasagna and personal-sized portions...but we could go anywhere! :)
Mmm...French Toast :)
Kitkat - that is way too early! i am improving, though; i got up at 10:30 this morning.