G U Y S. We had the brain fart to end all brain farts. For the past several months of quarantining and thus experimenting with all kinds of foodventures, Meghan kept thinking “It would be so nice if I had a place to write out all these recipes!” 7 MONTHS LATER, WE REMEMBERED WE HAD THIS FOOD BLOG. As you can see we very quickly ditched this blog and moved all our food updates to Instagram, which is #amazing, but makes it difficult for us to write out recipes.
SO ANYWAYS, 3.5 solid years later, here we are. Also we’re married now 😉 How nice would it have been if we remembered this, I don’t know, like 7 months ago when we had nothing to do but sit at home and try recipes?
Friends, it is time. Time for the desperately-anticipated Part 2 of Meal’s weekend in New Canaan, from Neal’s second ever day in this illustrious town (hence, “new-ish”). Day 2 in the NC also happened to be Meghan’s birthday, which gave us all the perfect excuse to celebrate with unnecessary amounts of food.
Crepeful and grateful
Horatio hogged the whipped cream.
MEAT and eggs.
Meghan has the best friends in the entire world, objectively speaking, and they assembled a beautiful birthday brunch bonanza.
MY FAVORITE PEOPLE (especially Horatio)
The result of Amanda asking us to take a *candid* picture
A #flawless birthday candle
After this truly delightful morning, a Birthday Meal had to become Meal on Wheels again and drive back to Boston to reluctantly embrace the reality of work Monday morning. Luckily for me(ghan), Neal had the brilliant idea to end this birthday day with an ice cream trip to Toscanini’s. I got a FREE BIRTHDAY TOPPING, which I maintain should have been an entirely free ice cream, but, as in life, I took what I could get.
All in all, it was a deeply successful weekend that perfectly encapsulated the spirit of this blog: great food and greater friends.
Hi there, friends. This weekend, mealswithMeal became mealsonwheels. Meal drove to Meghan’s hometown, the illustrious New Canaan, to hang with Meggo’s friends (& parents) during her birthday weekend. The weekend swiftly turned into one big eating adventure, to the point where we need to separate this blog post by the day. Trust us, you’d be overwhelmed if we tried to fit all our foodventures in one post.
A literate Meal.
On Saturday, Meal met up with one of Meghan’s soulmate friends, Hilarie. (Atlernative text to read here: On Saturday, Hilarie and Meghan met up with Meghan’s boyfriend, Neal). We first stopped by Le Pain Quotidien, where Neal silently decided to start referring to Hilarie as Hilarie “the Bruncher” Bininski.
Hilarie’s first meal with Meal. AKA Hilaghan’s first meal with Neal.
It was a pure delight to combine all these friends and all this food. We took a group selfie no more than 20 minutes into the inital meeting of Hilarie and Neal, which felt so right.
After lunch, we were very full but simply could not NOT pop into the illustrious “New Canaan Olive Oil” (everything is illustrious there) for some samples and some browsing. Meghan here, and I’ll be honest: my initial plan in going here was to marvel at how a store could possibly stay in business selling nothin’ but olive oil. Well, friends, joke’s on me. Turns out I really enjoy tasting olive oil and trying to figure out if I could afford fancy honey (spoiler alert: I couldn’t).
All in all, it was a deeply successful day of food and friends. We’ll keep you posted on part 2.
Well, friends, it’s been quite the day for Meal, taste-wise. Last night, we settled in for an evening of PnR and had a single Judge, Jr. apiece. This was the classiest beverage we’ve ever had together, so the occasion called for some tiny drink umbrellas that almost reached the liquid surface.
French Toast round 3…in a week
Neal decided to bake some bread
The next morning, Neal made yet another round of his now-infamous french toast before Meghan traipsed off to do stuff. Then, in a stroke of inspiration, he scrambled up the remaining French toast egg batter situation into sweetly scrambled cinnamon eggs. [See why I like him? – Meghan].