Hanging on by a thread
The tooth has been swaying in the breeze for a few days now. I promised him pizza and a “family movie night” of Duck Dynasty episodes if he got it out by the end of today. This afternoon I walked into the bathroom to this gruesome scene.
I kid you not.
Should I admit the other front tooth was dislodged by his sister in similar fashion? It was slippery, she jokingly pretended to pull it out with her pliers, and then an accidental bump with the steel tips knocked it right out. Apparently, borrowing her pliers and trying the method himself seemed like a great idea, because Duck Dynasty makes everyone around here happy, happy, happy.
And YOU will be happy to know a winner has been randomly selected in the Uncommon Goods Giveaway. Congratulations to Lane, who listed his favorite uncommon food as edamame. “What’s edamame?” you ask. The simple answer: green soybeans. I happen to like them, too. In fact, I wouldn’t mind some edamame in a salad for dinner. Unfortunately, I think it’s going to be a pizza party kind of night. You know — the tooth extraction and all. Not that I have anything against pizza, but it pales in comparison to the food I photographed this week. Things like this …
And these …
I didn’t have a single bite — you can read more about that here. It wasn’t so bad, though, because after the photography was finished I had a hot date and dinner plans.
FarmGuy had never dined at the Greenhouse Tavern and I was determined to get him there. After the photos were taken at our work event, we set out on foot for the five-minute trip to the restaurant. (A word of advice: when a hotel concierge tells you it’s just a couple blocks, be sure you know in which direction before you start walking!) We walked and walked, in what we thought was every direction. I was wearing relatively high-heeled boots and a thin black jacket. Did I mention the light drizzle and the fact that it’s winter in Cleveland?! I should know better. I do know better. I swore to never again wear heels. And also, I swore just because, repeatedly, for several blocks. And when I was starting to get really cold …when my limp was becoming more pronounced … when I was about to burst into tears because apparently I become a complete imbecile when you take me out in public … I saw a taxi. I was halfway in the door before my husband noticed I was no longer walking beside him. For $5 the lovely driver who, as it turned out, shares a mutual acquaintance and affection for FFA Camp Muskingum, drove us — get this! — two blocks to the restaurant.
Do you want to know the worst part of this whole sad, sorry ridiculous story? Really? Here goes.
I had a cell phone in my pocket with maps and GPS and step-by-step instructional capabilities. And it never once occurred to either of us.
Fortunately, the cuisine and atmosphere made up for the insanity that preceded it. There’s just something about this place … the food, the atmosphere, the vibe. I love it. And the crispy hominy is a spicy, vinegar-y burst of joy on my palate. My hubby loved the crispy chicken wings confit. And the steak and frites?
Worth every single step of our ill-fated journey.