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This may not be that interesting to you. One week after we arrived in Vermont, we drove back up to Burlington to take Lisa to the airport. We had to say goodbye to John, too, as he was leaving for Georgia a little after we drove off. We decided to go up to St. Albans, about a half-hour away, after we dropped Lisa off.
We got into St. Albans and went to see if our favorite sandwich place was open- it used to be called Kartulas, but is now the Celestial Cafe...the menu is the same, and the Spinach Melt with garlic mayonnaise on a wheat bagel was so good, I'd eat it every day. Above is Josh's favorite, the Turkey Reuben. So. So. Delicious.
Jack just got one with cream cheese. This was Jack's second time to St. Albans, if you remember. If you don't, here.
We left the big two at the Lake House with Grandma and Grandpa and three cousins- those brave souls had five chickens to themselves for most of the day- and so they missed a trip to Hudak Farms.
I loved going back to St. Albans and Burlington and seeing all of my favorite things. Hudak has excellent finds three seasons out of the year.
Of course, like all of Vermont, it has little to offer for the six months that Winter takes hold. (Just kidding, people.)
I got Josh some beets. Mom Tate cooked them up for him and he devoured them. Josh loves him some beets.
We drove back up to Burlington and walked around Church Street and the surrounding area. We passed this church on our way to the Vermont Pub and Brewery.

We let Jack pick out a pumpkin at Hudak, and it came with us everywhere we went after.

I got an outstanding sampler of Vermont cheeses. It came with a sliced apple, but Jack took that as his recompense for being made to sit in a restaurant.
Oh, no! Sideways cheese. Even at that angle, it still makes me hungry.
The worst job in the world, I think. He probably likes it. I like that he's doing it, because these spires are pretty completely absent on the West Coast.

We made our way home in time to have dinner with Joel and Christine as they came to pick up their spawn. Our vacation felt a lot like this- feast or famine. Both were welcome.

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The Sauce said…
Jack is so so so cute. I have never seen so many troubled expressions on one little visage. I don't like when he's upset, but he's so expressive looking it's endearing and adorable too. He's even ready to be upset in his sleep here. Like "I'm gonna be affronted if anyone touches this pumpkin". He's beautiful.:)
Sandy said…
It seems to me you peeps love Vermont... hmmm...

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