Picked up Laura for lunch at the Brown Bag Deli in German Village, Columbus OH.
We had a glass bottle of 1/2 Tea 1/2 Lemonade, some Cape Cod Kettle Chips and a dill pickle on the side.
Tuna Melt reminds me of my friend Joanne and also my childhood. As I remember they were on an English Muffin half then.
My mother’s parents, Charlotte and Judd Van Sickle, were real bird watchers and kept a life list of all the birds they saw. Cousin John still has the list and maybe I can get him to guest blog it sometime.
I thought of my grandparents as I watched the finches gather in to dine. Only one brave finch stayed to eat as I crept around with my 70-200 lens and camera. They were attuned to an intruder but this one stayed to eat anyway.
My wonderful student teacher Miss E (you are supposed to say Preservice these days) had her last day on Friday.
She is a very organized person and did a great job at our high school. The students are missing her this week. She is graduating from Penn State this weekend. (Congrats, Miss E!!)d
The other day we sat at lunch and I looked over and she had arranged her orange Cheezits in a pattern.
It looked like a Jeopardy board, a quilt, all line up so neatly.
Ms.L asked her if she HAD to do that in order to eat them and the answer is NO!
Of course, I asked if I could take a photograph of the design.
Art at lunch.
My DIL and I went to lunch while the kids were at two different day camps today.
I photographed the food with my iPhone. Used available light.
We started with these delicious Parmesan Crusted Baked Onions. So soft and the tang and salt of the Parmesan offset the sweetness.
Regular white onions. I asked. Baked four times.
Erika was able to order from their gluten free menu. I ate the Goat Cheese Ravioli with Cabbage, Pancetta and Mushrooms on top.
On the right is the Chopped House Salad.
Oh yes, the restaurant? Marcella’s in Polaris. They have another location in Short North.
My friend Dorothy baked bread last week. She sliced some, added her homegrown lettuce and Early Girl tomatoes from her garden. On top a piece of Muenster cheese. Into the toaster oven to “top brown” the cheese. Each part of the sandwich enhanced the other. But the key was the warm, freshly baked bread. I had to photograph the loaves. Delicious.