E and I took a road trip up to Killington, VT this weekend for some snowboarding. Finally, we got to do a sport that I was actually skilled in. I have been snowboarding for about eight years and can master my fair share of black diamonds. I’ve even weaseled my way out of some hairy back country terrain in Vail. E has only been on a board for about 4 days. Nevertheless, he was able to keep up on all the hills we went on. For us mid-30s weekend snow warriors, we all had some impressive moves.

Because we took a mini vacation away from home, I got a mini break from the kitchen as well. There was no time to make sandwiches in between driving and riding the slopes, but our road trip food consisted of Roy Rogers sausage and egg toasted buns for E (greasy goodness!), a cinnamon coffee cake from Starbucks for me, two hot chocolates from a Citgo along I-91, a king-sized pack of M&Ms and a roll of Starbursts. Luckily I didn’t eat any of this after 9 PM—as described earlier, I turn into a Gremlin when I have sugar too late at night. But I did whip up some mini ski lodge appropriate treats for us when we finally got home: S’mores, dipped in chocolate. The perfect treat to soothe our tired bones.

Our weekend was absolutely perfect, until our ride home. E got snagged by the po-po doing 61 in a 35 mile per hour back country road, and then I took the wheel just as a foggy rainstorm moved over I-95. I could barely see the semi trucks around me, but thankfully we all made it home in one piece. No one got hurt, and no one got arrested. Successful weekend if you ask me.

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