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:
Freshest meat for a sandwich. My lunch time destination.
The best way to end the trip: a baked good
Thinking 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.