What I Ate

Some people measure the success of their weekend by what they did. Personally, it's more fun to evaluate it by what I ate. Let's take this past weekend. A glorious, fall getaway in New Hampshire.

Friday night: Naked Fish restaurant, en route to Bristol, NH. Fried oyster appetizers, punpernickel bread with raisins, warm salad with scallops, goat cheese, and strawberries. For a main course, four of us shared Chilean sea bass atop a bed of e coli, I mean, spinach, with side dishes of sweet potatoes, green beans, plaintains, and beans and rice. White sangria.

Saturday brunch: We made homemade waffles (used the waffle iron) with chocolate chips, and scrambled eggs with onion, goat cheese and red pepper flakes.

Saturday dinner: After a 5 hour hike/mountain climb, we feasted on garlic bread, Greek salad, cheese fries, baked ziti, eggplant Parmesan atop spaghetti with meat sauce on the side.

Saturday dessert: Baklava, Hershey's ice cream- chocolate with chocolate covered pretzels filled with peanut butter, caramel, and almonds.

Sunday brunch: Egg and cheese melted on a toasted english muffin, hot chocolate beneath piles of homemade whipped cream, grilled corn muffins with butter.

Sunday, leaving NH: fresh apple cider