Annapolis

This Saturday, we took a day trip to Annapolis with Our Favorite DC-ers. (What do you call yourselves?) The town is just presh, as the youngsters would say, and an excellent time was had all 'round.

We began with a delicious brunch at Cafe Normandie:



With bloodies, naturally:


Annapolis is beautiful and quaint, with weensy little houses that we would like to collect:


We spent some time enjoying the harbor:



Checked out the cleverly named boats:




The weather was fantastic, so lots of folks were out with their dogs. Little ones:


And really big ones:


We got a little history (the description of the stench is particularly fetching - click to enlarge):


And took a tour of the Naval Academy, which was actually (and surprisingly) quite interesting.


Here's a replica of an early Wright brothers' plane:


This the monument that the upperclassmen lube with 200 lbs. of lard and force the plebes to scale; we did something similar in my hometown, only it involved a telephone pole and a prize pig. You can see video of the plebes in action here.


We also saw the resting place of John Paul Jones:



We don't know who this guy is, but he's definitely giving someone the finger:


And a bit of local trivia. The last line is fantastic:

Good Eats in Charm City

French fries can be fairly run of the mill. Not so at The Annabel Lee.

Potatoes + duck fat=yum. Their sweet potato fries are also delish, though, sadly, not deep fried in animal. Almost suspiciously healthy.


Once your duck fat-induced stupor wears off, pop over to Iggy's for their flavorful pizzas. Go for the cheese-free pie with little fuzzy fishes. Or, for those of you who think duck fat is insufficient punishment for the cardiovascular system, we recommend the sausage.


Iggy's scores bonus points for letting our four-legged friends enjoy the ambiance. Dogs are people too.


In penance for your weekend indulgences, we recommend a diet of water and ex-lax. Fast and effective.

It's the farmer's market, hon!

This may seem a strange time to post about the farmer's market, but perhaps we all need a little something to remind us that winter is not eternal. Soon enough, things will be green and Sunday mornings will begin with a trip to the farmer's market.

The first thing to do at the market is stand in the Zeke's coffee line while Ben procures the weekly curry pockets:


Here's Ben, waiting for the goods:


The goods:


So good!



Of course, the farmer's market offers lots of options for those who choose not to curry pocket.

Like Magnificent Mini-Donuts:


And hot steamed Chinese buns:


Eventually, you'll finish with your breakfast and get on with the week's shopping:







This particular trip was in November (look! no coats!), just after Baltimore rocked the vote:


On our way home, we saw this flag. Look closely. Notice anything? We're stumped.


So, there you have it. Only (only!?) three (THREE!) months 'til the farmer's market is back in full swing. Sigh.