Fieldtrip and Broken Pipes

I'm sitting down by the fire with a cuppa' this morning after an action-packed couple of days. Thursday night was spent with our friends in Annapolis at Annie and Wiley's house. They've gone vegan after reading Eating Animals, so we're trying to help nurture their nutrition. I made Tex-Mex Lasagna in my basement from 1,000 Vegan Recipes and brought it to their casa.

I envy these dishes.

Meanwhile, back on the farm, this cast iron pipe had reached its expiration date. It's the main drain pipe for the house and sits in the corner of the kitchen. The house is 130 years old, and who knows how old this iron pipe may have been. If it were to burst, the countertops, the cabinets, and the ceiling would have to be removed to access it. It was too big of a risk. It had to go.

This jerk pipe had been CRACKED and PATCHED.

Who does that?

Megan:1. Pipe: zero.

Because the pipe removal had most operations on hold at the house, we decided it was time for a field trip to DC to check two things off the "to do" list: visit Robert Bergman's exhibit at the National Gallery and stuff my face at Sticky Fingers. After all the Daiya cheese hype, I thought I'd just have to try one of SF's famous grilled cheese samiches. In my mind, grilled cheese should be eaten with tomato soup, which they happened to be serving that night.

Food before photography. I had to eat it hot before snapping the shot.

Kevin and his chick'n kay-sa-dila.

He had to ride in the trunk to the restaurant, but it was worth it.

All said and done, we stuffed our pie holes with fake cheese-product. Upon exiting we were presented with the opportunity to purchase said fake cheese and bring it home for our eating enjoyment. We all decided it was a good treat, but not really something we could get into on a regular basis.