Happy Anniversary Browns
Ahhhh, it’s good to be home, as usual. We had a great time yesterday, hanging with Jon & Amy Brown, showing them all around the Hamptons, sitting on Georgica Beach, wrapping up with a romantic dinner (for their anniversary!) at The American Hotel in Sag Harbor. Man did I laugh yesterday, seriously, my stomach was aching. Hard to beat hanging out with hilarious people in a gorgeous spot. And oh, throw in some killer eats to boot. Right on!
Today, smooth trip home, minimal head-bobbing as I slept on the plane (thanks to a window seat), no wait for our bags because suddenly no one checks luggage (per-bag fees, ouch), home before rush hour. All good.
Except what to do for dinner? Obviously no groceries, and truly no motivation to shop, I dug in the freezer and discovered…Trader Joe’s puff pastry. I glanced at the still-lovely tomatoes on my counter and thought…must use. I poked around in the fridge and found…fresh goat cheese. OK, with some herbs from the deck, and a drizzle of olive oil, we had the ingredients for a pretty sa-weettomato tart, so…that’s what we had.
Twenty minutes later, voila, good stuff, especially alongside some softly scrambled eggs.
And now, we are goners. I’m not even half unpacked and I just don’t care. As long as I can wash my face and brush my teeth, climb into some clean pajamas and find my bed, I’m all set. Good sleeping weather here in Minnesota, cool and dry – crank those windows open and have yourselves a good night. Baby.
Moderate it: man, we had an interesting – and perfectly gross – lunch at LaGuardia airport today. We arrived hungry, opted for the Burger King just past security in the Northwest terminal, scoped out the calorie counts posted next to each item (welcome to NY!), and sat down at a dirty table to eat bad food. Instant moderation, thank you very much. Blech.