“…we are as thick as thieves and we will protect each other to the end.”
Thank you, Caroline, from The Real Housewives of New Jersey. Since I am at the Jersey Shore, I find it only fitting to dedicate this post to you.* However, if you were looking for excitement, I’ll tell you now that there is no table throwing in this Season One finale.
*[It was either that, or "The Situation," but the state of one's abs just never really did it for me. Although I briefly considered Snooky, there will be no GTL love in this post....is it weird that I know that much about a show I've never actually seen?]
My drive included coffee…of course
As well as the OOIAT (overnight oats in a tub) that I told you about yesterday. [I still can't decide how I feel about the cottage cheese. I'm always happy that it's there...but I don't know if it's any better than yogurt...]
I also consumed some crudite (I had one carrot left in the fridge on Friday night, and that led to the creation of this snack pack.)
Then, some grapes!
Siggy came along for the ride (but he was feeling a wee bit shy this morning and didn’t want to come out and say hello).
I stopped at not one, but THREE Wawas….I know, I know, it’s a sickness. [But this is Wawa country, what do you expect? I mean...part of the reason we like the beach house so much is its proximity to the closest Wawa....my brother actually went to Wawa yesterday because "he missed it."]
I only purchased items at ONE however (although I was certainly tempted at all three)…
All of my vices in one sweep! Yes, that is a super-sized fountain Diet Coke/Coke Zero combo. And the new pretzel M&Ms. And gum. Bad habits die hard.
I found it only fitting that my DC/CZ was in such a trippy cup. It IS my “drug” of choice, after all.Only on road trips. Only on vacation. Sounds like a great rule, right? Except that then I go overboard on dark-colored cola carbonation hydration….
Toward the end of the trip, I almost gave in to hunger and had a Clif or Luna Bar, but I wanted to be ready for lunch when I got to the beach!
Good thing I ignored my hunger, because when I was greeted by the smiling faces of my stepmom, Faye, and sister, Caroline…
….I also found a fully stocked fridge!
We tested the Pretzel M&Ms [good, but, to be honest, it tastes better (and is a lot more fun) just to take a pretzel and a few M&Ms, and stuff them in your mouth simultaneously...:)], and noshed on some of the dog’s carrots. [Yes, I said "the dog's carrots." Molly, the princess dog, has designated carrots constantly present in the fridge. I always eat them, which makes her slightly less affectionate towards me than the other members of my family.]
The cashews were opened…and everyone tried out the Chai Granola I had brought to share.
Faye had made some fresh ‘n fruity iced tea, infused with citrus (lime, lemon, and orange). Fabulous, but enough to make me turn away from sweet, sweet Diet Coke while on ‘vacay’? Hate to say probably not…
I made everyone taste test my two newest batches of Nutty Butter.
(No, these were not the 17th and 22nd test batch. I thought labeling them #1 and #2 might sway opinions favorably in the direction of “We’re Number One!,” or, alternatively, “First is the worst, second is the best.” As far as I know, there are no sports cheers or chants related to the numbers 17 and 22.)
The verdicts were mixed, although I am very impressed with my family’s ability to pick out flavors and notice the subtle differences between the two newest proportional tests.
[Editor's Note: Stephen would like you all to know he actually preferred #22, just does not prefer to be photographed eating. He is not a bad older brother.]
Here is our spinach and tomato pizza pre-devour:The crust was especially delish, but man alive, half of that was JUST the right amount. I think if we had each gotten our own I wouldn’t have been able to walk the rest of the boardwalk!
I was NOT fooled into thinking this octopus was real.
Or that this pirate has a parrot as big as he is:
And yes, when I saw this, I did begin singing “Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry, when I take you out in my surrey…” from Oklahoma!* [On the way too the boardwalk, I had already sung "Oooooooooooooooooooooooklahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain..." while discussing the upcoming drive from VA to Austin. The ghosts of Rodgers and Hammerstein were following me.]
*And yes, there is an exclamation point in the title. At least I think there is. At least I want there to be.
Despite our stomachs being full of actually-not-too-greasy pizza (Just large. Very, very large.), you know that I always have time for a frozen treat!
Because I am the Meg Ryan/Sally from When Harry Met Sally of ordering, I requested peanut butter, chocolate, AND banana. The server looked really confused, but she tried. I don’t think she quite understood that it’s possible to get all three without swirling any of them, so that then you can create the proportions-per-bite that you want. But I will give her credit for trying.
Because I forced everyone [my sister, dad, and I all ended up sharing this.] to wait while my sister took pictures of me with the custard, this is a photo post eating the top off frantically.
Verdict? I am a genius at flavor combination! [Actually, I think the chocolate overpowered the peanut butter a little....but I blame that on the "I am only trained to swirl" yogurt girl. If she had kept the PB & C separate...entirely different story.]
Dinner started with some hors ‘doerves….
We ate this entire tray of veggies (and yes, I know normally I denounce the premade trays, but when you are at the beach, who has time for chopping?), minus dip. A family that stays healthy together….um…finish that for me.
And I, of course, passed on wine in lieu of my favorite illicit cocktail:
Meanwhile, Sister (otherwise known as Caroline) was whipping up some beer bread from this Trader Joe’s mix Stephen and Ann had brought with them. [Yes, the TJs obsession extends throughout the fam.]
No loaf pan? No problem!
Dinner came from Mike’s Seafood. Since it’s basically a building on a street corner, we placed our order and went to pick it up. [I used my phone to take this shot of my dad getting the food. I wish I had snapped one of him trying to carry the two HUGE bags of food and open the car door while I sat idling in the street. We only had two almost-spills on the way home. I think that might have been due to my driving though, not Dad's handling abilities.]
I ordered Manhattan Clam Chowder….
Which I classed up by putting it into a bowl. SO SO SO SO good.
And check out my Crabmeat Cocktail. Just crab. Nothing else. (Well, I did eat all of that cocktail sauce…)
Caroline had a steamed tilapia and shrimp in the Old Bay Butter Sauce combo….with corn, that…”tasted like corn.” [A good thing?]
Dad had fish, shrimp, and scallops…along with the baby bliss potatoes.
Stephen’s was the most intense…he ordered Alaskan crab legs (with a few shrimp down in there).
After first going at them with his teeth….
…he settled for the pliers my Dad pulled out of the toolbox. [Don't worry, he says he washed them first!]
We also ordered Old Bay Crab Balls.
Because they were called crab balls.