brett and i were going to wake up at an impossible hour on saturday morning and head up in time for a hearty irish meal at our very favorite breakfast restaurant, keltic kitchen. we couldn't contain ourselves, so we left friday night instead, arriving at an impossible hour on saturday night.
the good news is that we woke up in time to beat the lines for that hearty irish meal.
|clockwise from top: freshly baked brown bread, the best home fries in the world, and black & white pudding atop egg beaters.|
in a lot of ways, it's been hard lately coming to terms with the fact that the completely carefree days of my youth are gone. trips to cape cod are now contingent upon whether or not i have the time, or the money. those are bigger worries and concerns now than simply sand collecting in my bathing suit, or whether or not mom will take us to sundae school two nights in a row. (pleeeease, mom? please???)