Saturday, September 8, 2012
Back to the homestead
Dad took Otis home while Mom and and I swung by the Waterloo Premium Outlets for an abbreviated shopping expedition. After getting home and enjoying a delicious glass of hard cider, we took Otis for a run at a local park where he, of course, made a beeline for the nearby creek, where the swift current carried away the tennis ball he dropped in the water. To his credit (and my surprise), he waded/swam/floated downstream and recaptured his ball right before it hit a series of "mini rapids" that would have signaled "game over".
Friday night in this part of the state means "fish fry" -- so it was to off to The Depot, a converted train station that serves up delicious and huge portions of deep-fried fish. We had a great dinner and lots of laughs, and afterwards drove out to nearby Newark for a look at my Mom's parent's old farmhouse and the graveyard where both of my grandparents are buried.
Back home, Mom and I busied ourselves in the kitchen, making two lemon meringue pies and a loaf of honey bread with raisins. Photos and recipes to come!