The Mister and I hit Center City a few days ago.
A few things:
I’ve become the chick who gets excited about a trip to Philadelphia. Upper Darby is not THAT much of a suburb.
I miss the hustle and bustle of working there. Nothing beats Philadelphia in the spring and summer.
I forgot how much I loved the Amish. Well their cooking, at least.
I present a day in pictures with the Mister:
Destination Central!
When I was pregnant with the Boy, I always ate breakfast here. They make the BEST scrapple!
The Mister getting ribs. (Homer Simpson voice) Umm ribs
Roasted chicken. Yum
Freshest meat for a sandwich. My lunch time destination.
The best way to end the trip: a baked goodThinking back, I agree with the Mister: It’s possible that my invasion of the Readick Terminal Mark (as the Teen used to say)food stalls may be why the Boy now eats like it’s going out of style.
Keep the conversation going. Comments welcomed!