Whirlwind Trip

I had hoped to write at least one long lovely post from my brother's house in Austin, where I went for a quick visit this weekend. He had a free ticket and kindly offered it to me. I spent a couple of weeks agonizing over whether or not I should use it, what with the new job and all, and then I realized how silly I was being and we booked my flight.

It was a quick trip - I arrived at 5:00 Friday evening and left Sunday at 4:15 in the afternoon. Most of the trip was spent watching my niece and nephew ref soccer games (and I actually got to see my niece play) and visiting with my brother's family and with my sister.

Sunday my sister and I had a little time before she took me to the airport to go shopping. We went to a little food store called Farm to Market on South Congress (or "SoCo" as they call it now.) It was a nice little store, but there was no real indication of what was local and what was not, and I recognized a lot that was not. Still, it was a pretty little store and there were a lot of goodies there.

Saturday night we went for pizza at Salvation Pizza, a new restaurant my brother's neighbors own and run. That's the menu up there, but I don't know if you can read it even if you click to make it bigger. The ingredients are fresh and they use lots of vegetables and little cheese (my kind of pizza), but they have the usual suspects as well. The crust was thin and crispy and I ate way more than I should have. If you're in Austin, you should definitely check it out. They're in an old house near 35th and Guadalupe and it's a nice, relaxing comfortable place.

Then Sunday morning we were out near Pflugerville to watch my niece play soccer. After her game, while she and my nephew were reffing, my brother and sister and I went to a Mexican restaurant called El Rincon out there for breakfast. It was busy, always a good sign, and the decor was nice--bright cheerful colors, with pictures of Frida Kahlo on the walls. We all had the Migas and they were absolutely fabulous. There is nothing in the world like a big old plate of migas. If you haven't had them, you don't know what you're missing.

It wasn't exactly a stellar weekend from a Weight Watcher's perspective, but it wasn't a total wash. I actually managed to lose a teensy weensy little bit of weight. Not that I'm paying all that much attention, mind you.

Next up: I have some chicken soup to show you.