|( First scent of home)|
Finally Connecticut, home state of the Lab (and GG).
Thus began the eating. Freshly smoked salmon and creamy cheeses, local corn and ginornomous T-bone steaks on the grill. An early morning stop for lattes and a bag brimming with pastries then onto The Hai's boat for a ride around the Long Island Sound. We stopped for a lunch of lobster and scallop rolls, plates piled high with thin crispy onion rings and/or french fries and tangy coleslaw.
While all this is delicious, remember: we are actually heading to beaches where we will be required to put on bathing suits. This will not be pretty. I am eating a piece (or two) of toasted cranberry and pecan bread as I write.
The word from Virginia is that our house is still standing after the earthquake and our recently repaired ceiling is still that, repaired. The cat was shaken not stirred. And our cabinets remain bright white. (GG thanks all of you for keeping me on the light and narrow road:)
Light and narrow as regards the paint color certainly not my waistline.