This is called a yodel. The only gluten free dessert available in the cafe, happened to be the most calorie-filled contraption of a ding-dong thing. Nothing but marshmallow product and flourless cake. I couldn't finish it but still took me about 20 miles to work off.
First... lunch. This isn't where we ate but I noted to Jeannine that it seemed like a place that would smell real bad and be very dirty, but probably have really good food.
We got to a neat chop house place and they even serve water in wine bottles.
They don't joke around up there.
They don't joke around up there.
Second stop.
The Domaine.
Walking up all those steps... didn't matter. Not even 1/4 of the yodel was diminished from fat cell memory.
The Domaine.
Walking up all those steps... didn't matter. Not even 1/4 of the yodel was diminished from fat cell memory.
Dinner at Sabor.
We got this sake.
Not because Jeannine likes sake. In fact she hates sake.
But the bottle was cute.
And she wanted it to put her flowers from the garden in.
(duh. that's why you get sake)
We got this sake.
Not because Jeannine likes sake. In fact she hates sake.
But the bottle was cute.
And she wanted it to put her flowers from the garden in.
(duh. that's why you get sake)
broccoli and cauliflower had a baby.
and lived happily ever after.
and lived happily ever after.
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