I had a pretty amazing weekend. With that one sentence, it could be the end of this entry, but I guess a few details are in order.
This weekend, I had a date. It was supposed to be Saturday afternoon/evening. He left this morning. We cooked, ate, watched movies, walked around Salem, played with Reggie, and just had a good time. He loves Reggie, and Reggie absolutely adores him.
I’ve already blogged about Saturday’s dinner. Last night, we started with more of the bread and olive oil, and then a salad topped with a really thick vinaigrette I made in my magic bullet. He made a meatloaf that was absolutely fantastic, arguably better than my mom’s. He was craving homemade fries with malt vinegar. I made fries. They were okay—not great, but okay. We did find gluten free malt vinegar.
So yeah, it was a good time. My thinking at the moment is this: Lets see where this goes.