For over a year Becky and I have been meeting for a weekly coffee date. It has become a ritual. We meet at Dunkin Donuts, Starbucks, or someone’s house and talk about what ails we have, what has excited us, and anything else that has moved us the past week.
Lately we’ve been meeting at Starbucks. Even the barista knows what we like (skinny frappucino, no whip). Last night was no exception.
Doug pointed out an error in my last post where I said that the trail mix bread was from King Arthur’s cookbook. It was actually from America’s Test Kitchen. So there you have it. Trail mix bread topped with peanut butter and leftover fig and prune filling.
Did you see my “surprise” picture in your camera?? The guy behind us saw me do it and was laughing….I think he was 65.
I did. I was confused as to when you took it– do you want me to post it? Cause I think the world should see the real you.
Well, yeah I want to see