Dinner tonight was fun. We were going to actually cook in, but when Michael went to the grocery store for some meat to grill, he didn't like anything he saw (and having seen the same selection on Saturday, I concur). So, we instead drove down the road to a place called The What Not Inn.
Every time we drive past this place, the parking lot is full. We checked out the menu online, and it seemed like the place to go for fried foods. When we walked in the door, our senses were assaulted. The smell was of heavy cigarette smoke. The sound was terrific jazz being played by a live band. And the sight? Well, the sight was of a room filled with people all over the age of 70. We were lucky to get a seat out on the covered patio - the non-smoking room (thank goodness).
Turns out it was open mike night. All of the singers were backed by the incredibly impressive What Not Band, and they were all really good! The most interesting part of the night was Michael's realization of who was sitting at the table behind us. It was a four top with two older couples (at least 80). Michael knew something was up when he saw the $25,000 Rolex on the wrist of one of the men. He looked a bit closer and realized it was John Glenn! Very cool.
Tomorrow I think I'll do some cooking and baking. I rode my bike while Michael ran this morning, and on our way home we stopped at a small farm called Chicken Scratch (recommended by my buddy Janine). So, we are now the proud owners of some eggs that were laid this morning, 8-ball zucchini, peppers and yellow pear tomatoes. We also have a bunch of peaches, blackberries and raspberries from the market down the road.