How My German Heritage Invaded Date Night

It's a good thing Travis and I were not on our first date tonight. I might have felt compelled to order something more dainty and lady like than the cast iron crock 'o meat that I did get. We ate at a nifty gastropub in town and we both made the menus quite soggy with all our drool. I did not make it through the entire crock of sausages, potatoes, kraut, and juniper berries that sounded oh so so good to the bit of me that is German,no not even close. I had to save room for the baked alaska with chocolate-chili ice-cream, marshmallow, and fire (not German at all). Don't fret, Travis is stoked about leftovers for lunch tomorrow.

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