Stowe, Wednesday, July 23, 2025
We were up bright and early, trying to give Andrew and Emily a bit of extra rest, since the boys weren’t sleeping well in their “new” beds. Nothing like a few papa pancakes to set up the day for everyone, though! The Trapp maple syrup didn’t hurt, either.
The boys were reluctant to get out of their pj’s…far too many nooks and crannies to explore in a new house. We finally wrestled them into some clothes for a late lunch in the garden at Idletyme, another of our favorites. The parents have obviously been working hard on table manners.
With a lot of fries and very few bites of protein in their stomachs, the boys declared themselves ready for their introduction to the world of miniature golf! Fortified by the Idletyme’s New England IPA’s (menfolks) and wine (womenfolks), the parents declared themselves ready to face the course, come what may.
The boys stayed interested for at least three holes and actually did pretty well, alternately whacking and pushing their balls toward the cup. They soon discovered, however, that the sand traps were more interesting than the greens.
Boy, does walking that goofy golf course work up an appetite! We piled into our twin Teslas and drove south to Waterbury, hoping to squeeze the boys into a tour at the Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream Factory. That was a no go, but we got in line at the “scoop shop” to drown our sorrows; some were more eager than others.
We each got a delicious serving of ice cream; it really does taste different when its mad that very day!
Andrew and Emily were going out for date night, so we stopped at The Butchery and got a nice ribeye to grill for the boys. It was a great steak, perfectly cooked if I do say so myself, and perfectly accompanied by the Kerr’s corn we had brought up. The boys wanted their steak “drier” than I had cooked it, and Daddy accommodated them with a quick trip to the microwave. Their disdain for the pricy meat certainly didn’t dim their enthusiasm for the corn: two big ears apiece!
Andrew and Emily brought back good reports from Plate, where we will eat next week. We stayed up sipping wine and whisky on the deck long after the boys were in dreamland.