RAIN. Wipers
slosh across our big windshield as we wend our way north to Princeton – lovely
town, but we’re passing through simply b/c there’s a Trader Joe’s here and Greg’s
almost out of 2-buck Chuck. We all have our priorities. (TJ's has chocolate too.) Local roads have
some interesting idiosyncracies. In NJ, several divided highways require “all
turns from the right lane.” (To make a left turn, you first exit to the right
and then turn left onto the cross street. It’s safer and probably quicker, but
if you miss the sign or take too long figuring out what it means, you’ve also missed
your turn. Exiting can also be tricky/frustrating/exasperating for lots of reasons,
and we seemed to have an awful lot of road changes during the first 20 miles or
so. Once we hit 87N, though, it was smooth sailing to Poughkeepsie (home to Vassar
College and Culinary Institute of America’s
main campus). Settled in at the local Elks Club, enjoyed a lovely dinner prepared by our in-house chef and did nothing in particular. (Sort of... I blogged until 1am.)
lamb chops w/ salad & little reds
(raindrop on windshield)
Resident Chef
BlogThoughts... The geography of Poughkeepsie is confusing - i.e. the City of Poughkeepsie is surrounded by the Town of Poughkeepsie. I'm sure that made sense to somebody at some point.
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