Even though I didn’t drink Saturday night, we still went to bed at an unseemly hour (around 4, I’m guessing), so we didn’t manage to drag ourselves to Cracker Barrel until 1:30 PM.
We were sat near this abomination.
Amazingly enough, my appetite was not deterred by the presence of nightmare artifact.
I ordered the Old Timer’s breakfast. (Or at least I think I did; all of the menu items have similar names.)
Supper was half a can of Trader Joe’s Turkey Chili and half of a sweet potato with a slice of melted cheese.
The photo is terrible looking, so we’re going to skip it.
Sunday is the best TV night in existence, and I usually have people over, so I prepared a vegetable/cheese/olive platter.
This was my first plate.
One of our guests brought meat wrapped in cheese and some wonderful pretzel bread, so this was my second plate.
Oh and wine was consumed.
And a bit of chocolate.