Poutine, Lake Champlain, Stewart's

DAY 67 -- Hearing my wife talk about her time growing up in upstate New York, I've heard her mention a few specific things several times that would be required in order to get the "full experience" -- a cold LaBatt, a treat from Stewart's, and a nice steaming gut full of poutine.

French fries and gravy, sir.


Grabbing lunch at a local place called Pasquale's, my dreams were realized. You have to understand, I love stuff like this -- foods that are bad for you all smashed together into one mixed up serving. In college, one of my favorite things to do was to fix up a pot of instant mashed potatoes with brown gravy, dump in a can of corn, mix and serve. Kind of like a primitive version of those KFC bowls.

Anyway, one thing is clear. Poutine and Tim were M.F.E.O.

Fries. Gravy. Cheese.

Bake. Consume.

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We spent some time at a local beach this morning soaking in the sun and exploring a portion of Lake Champlain. The kids had sand and water so they were content.


Apparently Amy's brother and I were unknowingly on Dad Patrol.


I suppose I haven't mentioned that Amy's brother and his family are here, too. They flew to the area from Illinois and met up with us yesterday evening on this trip back to where they spent many of their growing-up years. So if you start seeing four random people showing up in multiple pictures over the next week, that's who it is.

So back to Lake Champlain. I plan to see Champy this week.

Champy is the Lake Champlain version of the Loch Ness Monster and one morning as I enjoy my coffee next to the water -- before the rest of the world is stirring -- Champy will surely say hello.


Stay tuned.

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With poutine off my list (although I'm sure I'll have it again before we leave the area), we also hit up a Stewart's today for some ice cream.

 

Stewart's is pretty much a gas station the convenience store giant of a 17 county area that sells ice cream.

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Amy carried a watermelon today.


Nobody puts Amy in a corner.

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When she was younger, Charlotte came home from a trip visiting her cousins in Indianapolis with two snails they'd found. We bought a small terrarium and she kept Cookie and Nellie alive and well for about two years before they went to snail heaven.

After a trip down to the water this morning, we're apparently back in the snail business and caring for
Herb, Shelly, and friends.


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The kids played on a playground while Amy and her brother visited their old school...


...and we all stopped by for a quiet visit to the grave site of Amy's brother who died as an infant when she was eleven.


Some trips down memory lane, some great views, and a sunburned forehead.


Hoping for more poutine tomorrow.

3 comments:

phairhead said...

As I live in upstate NY (Schenectady to be exact), Stewart's is more than a gas station. It's the convenience store giant of a 17 county area.

TL said...

No offense intended. I'll update the post appropriately. :)

phairhead said...

HA! Nice ;)