|Have you seen the cache?|
Where's that confounded cache?
Highlights included a novel little cache at a picnic shelter behind a church. I swear I had already searched the spot where Suntigres located the container. Another was a cache hidden beneath a highway bridge, which required considerable searching down in Troll Land. The cache might or might not be in the condition it was intended, as it looked like there might have been more to it at one time, but find it and sign the log we did.
For dessert, we sought lunch at The Tavern in Old Salem, an authentic 19th-century-establishment that features locally farmed food; an extensive wine, beer, and cocktail list; costumed servers; and dinners by candlelight. (We had to forgo the candlelight, since it was, like, daylight.) The fare here more than hit the spot. For me, fried chicken livers with smashed potatoes and green beans, accomanied by a delicious bloody mary (x2). For the other folks, chicken pie with gravy, also with smashed potatoes and green beans. Gerry had a pleasant Riesling, while Ms. Bridget went with a Maple Old Fashioned, which I sampled —most delicious. I'm thinking that Ms. B. and I should have an evening meal at the Tavern, as it strikes me as agreeably intimate as well as rustic. The only downside about visiting Old Salem is that I have found all the caches there. Someone needs to get on the ball and place some new ones. Seriously, people.
And so it was. Till our next!
|Suntigres and a nice chicken pie|
|The best little dead chicken organs around, I can tell you.|