Tonight, I got a chance to go to Hubby's class! It was a great opportunity to see his crew at UMD, and a wonderful time I had. I got to participate in the crit of the work, and the discussions about design were a wonderful break from the hum-drum of the daily grind. As for the day, however, it really was very drab - rain all day long, humid, warm, truly icky. I think it may be the Thanksgiving bug settling in for the long haul until next Thursday!
Foodwise... I am still nursing something of a cold here, so I kept my fruit intake up. First half of the day - I had a banana, pear, and clementine. Lunchtime, I got a grilled ham and swiss, but the "grill" this particular joint used was nothing more than their standard frying surface. So, it was two slabs butter with a side of wheat bread, ham, and cheese. I had half the sandwich, a bag of chips, and threw out the other half - it really was just too greasy. Before heading off to class with Hubby, I enjoyed a pear, and tossed out the core in some woodsy areas en route, hoping that some small critter will find it and enjoy it.
Dinner, we stopped into a Campero Pollo joint - neither of us have been to a Campero Pollo, so naturally, curiosity got us sniffing. Funny thing is, at every fried chicken joint, the air always smells the same outside! We were thoroughly convinced that whenever someone decides to open up a fried chicken joint, they have to purchase the exact same machine that pumps out the exact same smell of some "magic" fried chicken. Because, see - outside, it smelled just like any KFC or Popeyes. Inside, well, the chicken was all right, but it wasn't that great - too salty, not enough of a crust. But, we did also enjoy some yuca fries, which was a great treat, and I also enjoyed some mango flan as the dessert.
This is the FIRST time during the pregnancy I have caved to my fried-chicken addiction - yes, really! Alas, the drumstick kid's meal I had just barely satisfied my addiction... until another time for that wonderful fried chicken!
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