After getting home from taking photographs and uploading them, we had about an hour before we needed to leave again for dinner. My dinner choice was the fault of my once-a-month knitting group (as opposed to my weekly knitting group). A while ago we all met at Katie’s and someone (Haley? Heidi?) brought some leftover desserts, and I there tasted the Toll House Pie.

I should back up a bit and explain that in my family our birthday tradition is to all go out to restaurant chosen by the  person whose birthday it is. We try to go out on the day, but sometimes it works better to go out the day before or after. My brother generally chooses the same place, but I spend weeks pouring over menus and options. Last year I chose Mi La Cai, because I love the pork and egg roll vermicelli noodle very, very much.

I love, love, love Caputo’s, and was very excited to check out their dinner menu, only to go in to look at the menu and learn that they are no longer serving dinner. <sigh> I thought intensely about going to Indochine, but the more I looked at their menu the more confused I felt. I don’t like menus that make me feel confused. I looked at reviews, I looked at Urbanspoon, I thought about going to Cracker Barrel to have the Coca Cola cake*, but Mike chose Cracker Barrel for his birthday, so I felt it had been done.

And then it struck me. That pie! That wonderful pie, that tasted of cookie dough and childhood. I needed to go where that pie was! And in the same moment I remembered something I hadn’t thought about for years. A friend from high school had told me that his favorite restaurant was The Dodo. His family was rich (or at least lived in Pepperwood) and I figured that it must therefore be very fancy. While they had changed locations at least twice since then, I knew they were still around. I looked at the menu, and while it didn’t strike me as terribly innovative, it all sounded good.

Our server was the spitting image of my cousin’s wife, the music was a pleasant, modern mix, and the decor felt nice. Not fancy, as restaurants go, but nice. Unbelievably I forgot to take photos of the food, but that was just as well, as it was quite dark. We had artichoke pie and baked cream cheese for appetizers. I had schnitzel (sans noodles) covered with sauerkraut and bacon with sides of steamed veg and mashed potatoes. For dessert Mike and I shared a piece of the famous Toll House Pie (no whipped cream), and I got the lion’s share because he doesn’t like nuts. Hee.

Here we are leaving the restaurant:

Family! Yay!

*Double Fudge Coca Cola cake, that is. Well worth saving room for, should you find yourself at Cracker Barrel.


Sunday, May 17, was our second wedding anniversary. 2 years! Sweet! And he still seems to like me! Yes!

We started the party early by going to see Star Trek at the drive-in. It was, as promised, awesome. Zachary Quinto… you know, as captivating as he is on Heroes, I didn’t give him much credit for being a really good actor. (Inherent contradiciton? Yes.) Maybe it’s because I spend most of his onscreen time wishing that they would clean up the hair. The front is fine, but there is no, and I mean NO reason for it to be longer than his collar in the back. But he was excellent. The trick with seeing movies at the drive-in is that you miss a lot of the details. I didn’t realize that Kirk’s mom was Cameron from House. But the sound was great and the movie was excellent.

Sunday morning we went to church, partly making sure to because we thought that the Bishop was being released, and partly because it’s where we were married, and it’s nice to return to the scene of the crime. He’s also the one who married us, so it was a one-stone-two-birds kind of situation. We went up to the room where we were married, but that’s the room where they have choir practice, so we didn’t go in.

After church we went to Little America for the breakfast buffet. This is always such a treat. All of the goodies… eggs benedict, blintzes, pancakes, omelettes, an incredible variety of fruit, and my favorite, smoked salmon and bagels, plus a lot more.

We had planned some sort of outing that afternoon, but after the buffet we decided that a nap sounded nice. And it was. We were pleasantly full, the room was cool, and the duvet was warm. Really, what more could you want?

After our nap we did some origami and talked to our parents on the phone, and then we ordered Chinese food. While we ate the Chinese food we watched the Rifftrax of the second Matrix Movie. Matrix Revolutions, or Reloaded, or Rehashed, or Refried. I can never remember.

I’m still scrapping some of the photos, but here’s one page I’ve done:

Anniversary Origami

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