On Wednesday night I came down with a most unfortunate case of either food poisoning or flu. Who knows. Who cares. All I know is that I felt awful and just looking at food on Thursday made everything worse. I'm not sure what was wrong but suffice it to say, something was very wrong.
|One of the bubbles at The Atlantic Club. Picture this with snow on the ground.|
|You really haven't lived until you've spent a couple of hours inside a tennis bubble with tennis parents. It's truly frightening.|
Kate did well and played well, and those two things are not always mutually exclusive, so at least the six and a half hour drive each way was worthwhile. But it was the Jersey Shore in January. Bummer.
We returned home late this afternoon and I made a unilateral decision that we were going out to dinner. All that driving and then cooking dinner? I think not.
So, that's why I don't have a recipe to post today. The short excuse would have been that I had a busy weekend but the long excuse is so much more fun.
See you tomorrow.