Lilacs on the Hill
The second day of my family's visit we set off for Parliament Hill and the ByWard Market. After saying hello to the puddies at the Cat Sanctuary (hard to catch more than a glimpse, really, because of all the visitors), walking around the back of the Library, and taking a few photos, we hit up Hard Rock Café for lunch (thanks, Dad!). Perry claims they served the best macaroni & cheese ever, second only to Chef Boyardee's.
Ma famille démontre le derrière et l'avant
Later that afternoon, James the bargain hunter bagged a BBQ so that we could have farmer sausage for supper. I have a confession to make: I took a break from vegetarian idealism last week. I mean, what else could I do? Mom and Dad went to all that trouble to bring frozen farmer sausage in their carry-on, because no stores here carry it. They also brought a slab of squeaky cheese, which was nearly confiscated by airport security. Guess a two-pound block of fresh New Bothwell wrapped up in kraft paper bears a vague resemblance to illegal substances. Fortunately, the supervisor on duty was well-acquainted with trans-provincial migration of cheese. Nobody summoned the big cheese, nobody had to cut the cheese, nobody was cheesed off. End of cheesy story.
Teaser: tomorrow's post will involve chocolate.
those photos are hilarious! did you mean for that to happen??
ReplyDeletecan't wait to hear about the chocolate.
oh, and can't really blame you on the farmer sausage thing...
Yeah, it was staged. Well, not the "extras" to the far left in the frames.
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