We were out of town all weekend--wedding #3, beautiful, pictures once I get them sorted--and when we finally lugged ourselves in the door this evening, cooking dinner sounded bone-wearyingly awful. Once upon a pre-the-Kid time, almost every return to Lawrence after time away meant a celebratory trip to our favorite local brewpub, Free State. Tonight seemed like a perfect time to revive the tradition.
Everyone was fed and "watered". The Kiddo got to color and bang pencils on the table. (It's a little loud, so no one else even noticed!) And I picked up a great recipe for the eggplants our garden keeps churning out. (If it recreates well at home, I'll post about it later in the week.) It was such a successful trip that I'm wondering why we ever let the tradition lapse.
Does anyone else have any "homecoming" traditions?