Wish You Were Here
Imagine we’re listening to Pink Floyd. Alright, now imagine that we’re eating the brats pictured above (from a N.C. butcher, made of pastured pork, picked up at the local Candler Feed & Seed), that have been braised in Elderflower Cider, and cradled in a toasted bun with sauerkraut, mustard, Vermont cheddar cheese, and kissed on top with celery seeds. Absent the music, that’s what my lunch consisted of today, lovingly whipped up by Glenn while we busily went about getting the house ready for our Eggstravaganza tomorrow.
Wish you were here, friends. It was so good, I’d loved to have shared it with you.
Here’s hoping you’re having fun, whatever you’re up to this evening!