Two visitors from the south arrived yesterday by motorcycle! A long hot ride from Texas.
The young'un chose the Airport Restaurant for supper (Kansas term for the evening meal.)
Our variety of choices included chicken parmesan, hamburger steak smothered in mushrooms, a filet and my favorite - liver and onions. Only one brave person offered to taste my choice. I can remember when she was reluctant to taste anything new.
The verdict? Tastes like chicken. Who knew?