Fish and Chips

We ate at so many restaurants during the ten days we were house hunting and homeless. The kids are so sick of eating out that they insist I cook everything at home even though we don't have our kitchen stuff from Boston yet. But while we were eating at restaurants, we discovered that Rebecca loves fish and chips! Justin likes it okay, but Rebecca ordered it at almost every restaurant during those first days.


This is Rebecca with a piece of cod as big as her head. She didn't eat the whole thing, but she did make quite a dent in it...

Here's a picture of Justin at one of the many hotel breakfasts we came to know and love (tolerate):


The kids have both been so good about trying new things and keeping an open mind. I have been so amazed and impressed by their flexibility and willingness to go with the flow. (They are both very eager to be settled and have a more normal routine, but they were so patient with us when Eric and I were constantly distracted by the mountainous to-do list we had to work through.)

We have yet to try the fish and chips at our local pub (The Black Horse Inn) because now that we have a house, as I mentioned, the kids refuse to eat out. It's supposed to be a really good restaurant, popular among walkers, as our village is at the intersection of many public footpaths (this was one of the selling points for me when choosing our house.) So I'm sure Rebecca has plenty of fish and chips in her future...




Comments

  1. din 'illahi22 January 2018 at 20:40

    The size of that fish stick is impressive!
    Sure hope we can come check out the walking paths too some day...🙂

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