This Saturday I'm celebrating the first day without an eye doctor visit after nine days in a row. That's a lot for this doctor phobe. Maybe the Universe is presenting me with a kind of immersive therapy.
But all is well, and the weather has been a treat, (although we're back to the 90's for the next week.) And I hope you heard my governor speak at the convention.
Following one of the appointments my daughter and I ended up in Hillsboro, Ohio, and we had lunch at a delightful restaurant called The Porch. For the spaghetti squash they halved the squash and fluffed the "spaghetti" instead of removing it from the squash. Then they topped it with a thick marinara and shaved parmesan. They said that since their squash were small that day, they gave me two halves instead of one.
I can't even tell you how good it was. And now I'm going to have to plant spaghetti squash next summer.
1 comment:
I always loved spaghetti squash when I was on the special diet.
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