Saturday, February 10, 2007
Today I conned, er, I mean persuaded my husband to take me to Maastricht for a spot of shopping and late lunch. The dear man agreed after I pointed out he needed new business shirts and jeans.
So the long and short of it was, after a few hours of fighting the crowds (you'd think the stores were giving away the stuff, not selling them), all three of us came away with booty. Some more than the others. No prizes for guessing who. *evil cackle*
At 3pm, we sauntered into our favourite bistro cum restaurant called De Ville, glad for a seat and warmth from the cold. It'd started drizzling and at 7C, it's like having ice water splashed on your face.
We studied the menu for a bit which, in my case, is such a sham as I always, always order the same thing - the duck salad. It's a bed of deliciously fresh salad topped with roasted duck breast and slices of orange and orange peel. Add a good splash of tangy orange vinigrette and you've got a surefire hit to the stomach lining. Yum!
My husband ordered a traditional Limburgs bacon salad and my son had his usual Toasti Hawaii - grilled sandwich with ham, pineapple and lots of gooey melting cheese.
And so we spen the following hour eating, talking and laughing. It was a lovely family time.
And now, if you don't mind me, I've got to sort through my spoils of war now. *wink*
Labels: home life, out and about
The Dutchess of Cookalot whipped this up at 8:55 pm