Fiber One bars have too much fiber.
T made the travel hockey team--it's a good thing, since I got his travel soccer report card today, and soccer clearly isn't his sport. When his sister, who is the antithesis of athletic (at least with respect to soccer), gets higher marks than him, that ain't good.
We ate at Graham Elliot the other night. The food was great and the service was fun and filled with light banter, but never crossed the line like it did at Joe's. (Still have to send Rich Melman my complaint on that one.) I had buffalo chicken and scallops, and A had sweetbreads (ew!) and pheasant. I'm a pretty adventurous eater and have in fact tried sweetbreads once, but I certainly didn't enjoy them enough to eat glands voluntarily again. Our dining companions had Caesar salad (I got to eat all the white anchovies!), risotto, venison tartare (another ew! from me), skate and something else that escapes me. The desserts were phenomenal. Definitely one of my favorite meals, right up there with Aigre Doux.
A had his second shoulder surgery today. So far, so good--keeping my fingers crossed....
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