The bad news is that Merle and I both spent several hours of the holiday working. The good news: Merle can still work. She’ll get the results of the MRI tomorrow and fingers remain crossed until then that it’ll be a quick recovery back to black sash testing. Now, she tells me, it’s a vendetta.
My son and I finished out the waning hours of the holiday walking down to a Polish restaurant he’d been wanting to try for a while.
We settled on Perogies and Chicken Kiev…
Then I returned to my own kitchen to experiment with new cake recipes and prep for a food safety certification course.
At the office taking care of current obligations… in my kitchen looking forward to new, sweeter ones. That’s a more than acceptable Labor Day.