The Beckster and I scored some cheap SW Airline tix to Old Milwaukee for the Kettle Moraine race on June 5-6. Are you ready to and from behind the Cheddar Curtain for $159, not bad at all!
Lucky for this Po' Boy I e-filed my tax return and I'm getting 147 bones back.
Now if I can just figure out how to get to North Carolina at the end of March.......
Friday, January 29, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Egg McMathews
I ran this morning and it felt really good. No big surprise there, I've been running a lot more lately, and mostly it's been feeling pretty good. But this was a bit different because......
I must say, it was a perfect Egg McMuffin, and I think Ali liked it. But she did not like eating it as much as I liked making it. It brought me back to Mom making a dish that she had mastered and serving it with all the love in the world.
2. I ran Thirtysomething on Sunday (I'm going with 34, because that's the professor's age)
3. My legs had not felt too keen on Monday, so I wasn't sure how the recovery run would feel.
4. I woke up before the alarm went off and tried to talk myself out of the run even though my next 100 is exactly (ish) two months away, and one of those is a short month!
So, it was like older times, like better times.
It was like older and better times in more ways than one. After the run, I woke up my daughter and as I was giving her the choices for breakfast, Pop Tarts, Special K bar, cereal, breakfast burrito, or Egg McMathews. Ali said, "What in the world is an Egg McMathews?"
The Egg McMathews is the knockoff Egg McMuffin that mom used to make for Super Dave and I when we were kids. I always loved the Egg McMathews, it's kind of like my guacamole, it's not an exact recipe, we use what we have, but the Egg McMathews always has: An English Muffin, some type of cheese, an egg or egg-a-like, and a lot of TLC. Sometimes it has meat, sometimes a tomato. Today's version was English Muffin, Mozz-Cheese, and an egg fried well.
I must say, it was a perfect Egg McMuffin, and I think Ali liked it. But she did not like eating it as much as I liked making it. It brought me back to Mom making a dish that she had mastered and serving it with all the love in the world.
I'd trade it all, plus the girl down the road, for one more Egg McMathews! I Miss you Mom!
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