Well, I started writing this three weeks ago, but i suck at completion.
FUN FOOD TIMES
Oh, is there anything quite like New England in the fall? NO, there isn't. Especially when it's Vermont, even more especially when it's a big ol' scooby doo missionary van full of fat kids type of New England adventure. We basically ate our way through the weekend. Take a look:
French fries + gravy + fucking cold = most delicious thing ever.
Just ask this guy - he took a fistful!
I've been hearing about this place, the Red Onion, from Lucy for about six years now. Everytime she talked about it she would turn the knife in me a little more. Oh cruel impossible desire.
The long awaited, infamous "red onion sandwich" - fresh homemade bread, roasted turkey, apples, RED ONIONS, tomatoes and honey mustard.
Look at these scones. Soo decadent.
Hot apple cider and freshly made donuts in this cart, just hanging out on the street. Burlington is what I imagine heaven must be like.
Before we hit the road, we squeezed in one more stuff-fest, which proved once again that brunch is the best meal by far.
Eggs Arcadia - like florentine but with crab cakes. Pure genius.
Our waiter described this as the "ULTIMATE HEAVY BRUNCH FOOD." It was called Napoleon something or other, probably because, you know, "an army marches on its stomach," or something equally prosaic.
Trent paid something like $10 for this water because it had flowed through rocks that were 450,000 years old. Clearly, he has never taken a science class. But look how HAPPY the trontle is! That's because he added gin for flavor.
In between eating we found other ways to entertain ourselves.
Like enjoying the New England foliage.
Tromping through a spoooky haunted forest. BOO!
Audrey was scared.
Annie was scared-er.
Cross-dressing. (67% say Trent wore it better. bastard.)
Cheersing every opportunity we had.
Visiting an apple mill. The German tourists there made it that much better.
And shopping for viking hats.