On our way out of Baton Rouge this morning, we drove through a few suburbs to try and start getting the lay of the land and we decided to stop at one of the many Cracker Barrels for lunch. I saw Chicken and Dumplin's on the menu and thought that a nice bowl of hearty chicken soup with a couple of innocuous dumplings on top would be perfect given the cold rainy weather...what I got instead was a plate of white boiled chicken with about three pounds of sticky, doughy blobs of what I'm assuming is white flour and lard all covered with white country gravy. I got all the chicken out but...well...EW. I can't remember the last time my plate was all white. Paul looked at it and simply said, "Gross."
This is after I asked for balsamic on my salad and our very polite waiter looked me straight in the face and said "what's that?" then I asked for maybe some oil and vinegar and he said, "what, separate?" I just got ranch and gave it to Carly. It was easier for everyone.
3 comments:
HAHAHAHAHA.. YESSS! LOVE IT :)
Carly is going to say one of theses days, "Mom- where did all my fresh veggies go, and what is all this "Country Gravy" everyone talks of?"
Yeah, that plate is just WRONG!! I'm past all the yucky part of pregnancy too. That just looks nasty.
How are you feeling, anyway??
AH! That photo of C with the cinnamon stick- I love it! Either you are getting wayyyyyy better at photography- or I just miss her (and you) so much- everything looks good :)
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