Anyway, to celebrate her birthday weekend in style, we drove over to the Hofbräuhaus in Newport, KY. We ordered a plate of appetizers between us that would have done both of us for lunch on a regular day: pretzels with beer cheese, potato pancakes, sauerkraut balls, and fried dill pickles. We followed that up with a couple of plates of Jägerschnitzel. Hers was topped with frizzled onions and bacon. Jägerschnitzel means "hunter's cutlet," and was originally made with venison. They make it with pork nowadays, because pigs are easier to track down and shoot than deer. Finally, we split a monstrous piece of Schwarzwälderkirschtorte (Black Forest Cake). We were both feeling much heavier by the time we hit the parking lot.
Deanne meets the meat
After this, we drove over to Wilderstead. Deanne hadn't been out there for a while, and she was impressed by all that I'd gotten accomplished. (Lordy, if you only knew how hard it is to impress this woman.) We tramped around for a while and talked about the house we're building. You can begin to see it take shape, she said. I took a picture of her against the undercroft walls.
Deanne at Wilderstead, 65th birthday
We drove home. She's in bed, I'm done in. Neither of us wanted supper. What a pair of madcap, spontaneous kids we are.