We took Tuesday and Wednesday off of school this week. Although we did spend a fair amount of time out in the snow, we also spent a lot of time together, inside.


Jon was very impressed with the layers of ice that he pulled off the truck. So impressed that he wanted a picture taken of it. Duly noted and appropriately impressed, my dear.
I must introduce you to the Walker Texas Ranger Platter, as seen above. While we were on vacation, we ate twice at Flapjacks. The meal that Jon had was called Walker something-or-other. It was this mean, delicious stack of hash browns, cathead biscuit (apparently...a biscuit as big as a cat's head), two eggs, gravy (just like my Grandma Clark's), and a light sprinkling of cheese. Oh yeah, and bacon on the side. We took it upon ourselves to proclaim it Walker Texas Ranger Platter in honor of Chuck Norris. We also chose to pass it onto our boys for their approval. They wholeheartedly approved and not just because Chuck would kick their little patookies if they did not approve.
Apparently Jack really, really, really liked my gravy. It is rather good if I may say so myself. And no, he is not frostbitten. The purplish-red marks on his hands and face are the leftover results of a beard, mustache, and unibrow markered on.
Don't ask. Just don't ask.
2 comments:
Now I'm hungry. I would beat up Chuck Norris for a piece of bacon right now.
I'm so glad your kitty came home!
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