This past weekend we made our annual trek to north central Indiana to be with my youngest sister and her family. My-Sister-The-Nurse drove us down through a rainstorm. By the time we got there, the rain had cleared off, and we had a great weekend.
This year we had other reasons for making the trip. Friday was my youngest niece’s 22nd birthday. That was a great reason to go. We love celebrating her birthday. But, this visit we also had the chance to see a piece of her furniture which was being shown in a gallery in Indianapolis. It’s always fun when an artist moves from school galleries to showing her work in a commercial gallery. It’s was big break time for her, and we got to be a part of it. With any luck, she might share a picture of one of the pieces so I can post it here.
After the gallery, we walked through the art center where Frankie throws pots and her husband works in wood. The only person missing was Frankie’s oldest daughter (who had to work), who writes and is a wiz with a camera! What an artistic family they are!
We visited some of the stores in the Broad Ripple section of Indy, and then moved on to a French place for dinner. My steak and frites were fabulous, but the soup with mussels, and the crepe my sisters had looked equally good. We were stuffed for the ride home. I was really glad I didn’t have to drive.
Sunday morning, the birthday girl cooked crepes for us. Frankie cooked a savory filling with spinach, onions and yellow peppers, to which I added olive tapenade, crumbled feta cheese and Parmesan. MMMMMMMMMMM…it was fabulous. I had fresh fruit and a slice of pumpkin bread with it. I was stuffed, and missed out on the fruit filled crepe, but I hear it was great. The food at Frankie’s is always wonderful *S*
It’s really tough to have to leave. I gathered hugs from just about everybody, including Mickey, the cat. I hate to go because we have such a good time there, and I get to see family, and enjoy the house, and eat, and share recipes, and do all sorts of wonderful things. It’s so tough to leave.
But, we piled into the car, and headed north with Dear Husband Driving. I always wish we could stay longer. Thank you, dear sister, for making us welcome!