D-Day +3

June 9, 1944 Continue reading “D-Day +3”

Saturday Morning Coffee

It’s finally starting to feel like winter. Come on in and let’s talk over a hot cup of coffee. Continue reading “Saturday Morning Coffee”

Ten Years Ago Today

Ten years ago I married my best friend. It’s been a roller coaster of a ride. We’ve gone through unemployment and car accidents and medical scares. We’ve enjoyed travel and hobbies and made new friends. Sometimes we even finish each other’s sandwiches. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better with whom to share my life.

Saturday Morning Coffee: I Like to Move It Move It

Thanks for stopping by this morning. Seeing you is just what I needed. Fancy a cup of coffee? Come on in and sit a while. Continue reading “Saturday Morning Coffee: I Like to Move It Move It”

Nine Years

Today is our anniversary. Here we are then:

And here we are now:

Saturday Morning Coffee

Pour a cup & pull up a chair; it’s been a while. Continue reading “Saturday Morning Coffee”

Copper or Fondue ?

Seven years ago today, Krystal and I married (each other, in case that needed clarification).

Copper is the tradition gift for one’s seventh anniversary. But while I am (mostly) tradition, Krystal (most definitely) is not. She gave me:

Anniversary Penny

Yes, it’s a 2012 penny, and this is what she said:

I looked for a new penny on purpose because I knew you’d look at it and say something like “Pennies haven’t been made of copper since 1982; that’s why I collect pennies before 1982 for squishing“.

Well, thanks to you, I already know all of that. I just gave you the penny to see if you’d say it. Muwahahahahaha

We didn’t exchange actual gifts this year, but we did go to our normal anniversary restaurant: The Melting Pot.

Melting Pot Raleigh

As it’s a bit pricey for our normal budget, this is a once-a-year, save-all-year event. We first went to the Melting Pot for our second anniversary, and we missed last year due to finances as Krystal was out of work, making this our Fifth Fondue-versary. We’ve never been disappointed.

Our server for the evening was Emily, who just so happened to be a first-year high school history teacher! As we arrived early in the evening, the restaurant was not yet busy so Krystal and I were able to spend some time giving her tips for surviving the first year.

But now, on to the good stuff.

The Menu

Cheese Course

Bourbon Bacon Cheddar – cheddar cheese, lager beer, mustard powder, garlic, bacon, Worcestershire, and a splash of bourbon.

Dippers included white & brown bread, carrots, tomatoes, and green apples.

Cheese Fondue

Salad Course

Krystal ordered the Caesar Salad – Romaine lettuce, Parmesan cheese, croutons, Parmesan-crusted pine nuts, Caesar dressing.

I had the House Salad – Iceberg lettuce, cheddar cheese, tomatoes, croutons, and a thinly sliced egg tossed with tangy house dressing.

I didn’t take a picture of the salads.

Main Course

We chose the bourguigonne fondue, a European-style fondue in canola oil that came with tempura and sesame batters.

We chose two different plates to mix and match our tastes:

The French Quarter – Cajun-spice-crusted filet mignon, chicken breast, and Pacific white shrimp along with andouille sausage.

I liked the chicken, but the sausage was only so-so. Growing up near authentic German & Polish delicatessens ruined me in that regard.

The Pacific Rim – Teriyaki- marinated sirloin, honey orange duck breast, more Pacific white shrimp, and chicken potstickers.

Krystal had the shrimp as I find it disgusting.

The duck is best, especially with an orange-cranberry-teriyaki glaze.

The plates also came with vegetables, including mushrooms, broccoli, and potatoes. The stuffed mushrooms once can make are second only to the duck.

Dessert

Around this time the manager came over to our table with an anniversary card from the Melting Pot staff. Such a nice touch!

We saw a new-to-us chocolate on the menu: tiramisu – espresso mousse & ladyfingers blended in creamy milk chocolate. It tasted just like tiramisu should.

As we also had a gift card, we decided to splurge a little more and get an “enhanced” dipper plate with out dessert. In addition to the usual bits of pound cake, blondies, and brownies and the slices of strawberries, bananas, and pineapple and whole marshmallows, we also received a large slice of rich chocolate-caramel cheesecake, two cream puffs, and rolled gaufrettes (a potato-flour wafer).

Worth every penny.

But Wait, There’s More!

A few weeks ago I received an email with a voucher good for a take-home box of hand-dipped chocolate covered strawberries.

They survived the two-hour-plus trip home and tasted delicious.

Chocolate Covered Strawberries

 

Until next year, Melting Pot . . .

 


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Intersection of Life and History

Every once in a while history and real life collide.

This year marks the 103rd anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic.

RMS_Titanic_3Given the number of film and articles written and dispersed over that time, I don’t think I need to retell the story.

What does this have to do with me? My great-grandfather was supposed to be on Titanic as a ship’s printer; that’s right, my great-grandfather was employed by White Star Line. I never knew my great-grandfather, so I’ll never know exactly why he quit instead of jumping at the chance to serve on what was already the most famous ship of its day. But quit he did; he obtained new employment on the banana boats. I know this because of the matchsafe he left behind:

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I do know great-granddad lost friends and colleagues and acquaintances that cold April night; it is only by Divine Providence he did not perish as well.

And while I couldn’t find his immigration records (I forget his first name), here’s the immigration record for my grandpa:

grandpa's passenger record


Oh, and today marks the two-year anniversary of this blog. Happy Anniversary to Me!

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