Today, my daughter's birthday, we trek to the Holy Grail restaurant for a celebratory dinner. Most of us order traditional fare -- shepherd's pie, boiled dinner -- except my youngest son, who orders baked panne pasta. Most of us stick to craft beers (Holy Grail Ale, etc.) except my youngest son, who sticks with a Budweiser.
Ah, yes. This is the same child who rejected a German chicken hat on Friday.
Perhaps I'll make this a sport. Maybe I'll eat and drink my way around the globe in the next five weeks so I can land back in America in time for a traditional Thanksgiving meal.
Anyone interested? I'm craving a little baba ganoush.
