Thursday, August 9, 2012


This is a tale from the art trip in Bellingham. After Mr. Smarmy. That's my mom and her new husband Jim. They were not yet married at the time.
So we really did all eat the same dinner, but with very different results. I liked it the most. I couldn't believe how delicious it was. I think my mom was disappointed because she knows what real stroganoff is supposed to be like and was expecting that. I had only vague expectations. Egg noodles, beef, sour-creamy sauce hopefully with chunks of mushroom and onion. We were at Skylark's. I want to take Abe there, but we still haven't gone. It is a pretty nice place. I like the atmosphere. Lots of mirrors on the wall and a weird living room up where no one can get to it.

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