My husband, who has gone from Mr. Meat and Potatoes when we met and got married, to Mr. Texting Me Pictures of Silkworm Larvae and Octopus Balls (I’m not being crude there, that’s what it’s called on the menu.) when he is eating out for business travel, order this over our hosts frantic objections and warnings. Continue reading
Growing up in the United States, we don’t grow up with old. When a building is 200 years old, we’re all “Ooooohhhhh, can you imagine? This was built before great-grandma was born!” The oldest structures we have to oooohh and aaaahhh over are things like the Richard Sparrow House, built in 1640 and the Wyckhoff … Continue reading