AKA What we do when Dad's gone
Every year my dad goes on a motorcycle trip with a group of fellow Harley Davidson enthusiasts — and every year, my mom, brother, and I make a point of living it up in ways Dad might not approve. Not that we don't live it up when he's home — on the contrary! But my dad just doesn't understand the allure of pan-style pizza ("Who needs all that crust?"), History Channel conspiracy theories, and hours of shopping & salads for lunch. So the remaining Lawlers always plan to get our fix of these not-guilty pleasures when Dad's out of town.
On Thursday night, it was Topper's pizza for dinner: pan-style, straight pepperoni, and cheesy Topperstix with garlic butter dipping sauce. All things that would make Dad groan. On Friday night, I whipped up some assorted crostini (recipes to come!) — again, a meal of bread and cheese almost certainly wouldn't satiate my dad. For our viewing pleasure: the ridiculousness of "Ancient Aliens" and the Phil Collins genius of Disney's "Tarzan."
On Saturday, my mom and I got up early to go to the new Mayfair shops — Nordstrom Rack and Saks 5th Avenue — and we each walked away with a new dress. For lunch, it was off to Le Reve in Wauwatosa — my favorite! Sitting on the sidewalk in downtown Tosa, Mom and I shared a Croque Madame and rounded out the meal with demie salads and double cappuccinos. As if the day could get any more delicious, a musical duo started playing jazz on the street corner. "Just like Paris!" my mom said. Well, maybe not just like Paris — but this annual weekend with my mom (and brother, when it's not Girls Only time) is as good as a little slice of Paris to me.
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