On Sunday we (my parents and us) made the drive out to Asheville to spend Father’s day at the Biltmore estate. The Deerpark Restaurant had a wonderful brunch buffet with all sorts of “man food.” I was a little embarrassed the second time I filled my plate, since I looked down and the only thing that was not a piece of meat was a piece of Bananas Foster french toast.
Well, the baby needs protein, don’t you know? And my first plateful consisted of salad.
Before we left, my dad and David opened their gifts.
One of Dad’s gifts was Tony Dungy’s biography, which I haven’t read but I have heard good things.
David received two selections: Manhunt, which I keep reading raves about; and Triumph, which was recommended by C.J. Mahaney. History plus sports is usually a winning combination with my husband. We’re also considering a bicycle purchase as part of his father’s day gift.
After we ate lunch at the Biltmore, we split up. Mom and Dad went to tour the house, and we headed over to the horse barn, where they have room for kids to play. Just as we arrived, a butter-churning demo was starting, so the boys took turns cranking the handle.