around the house delivering gifts and hugs and then we went to brunch.
We ended up at M Henry where I ordered the harvest special with two
poached eggs. It was good, but there were far too many flavors on the
plate. The chicken apple sausage was drizzles with red wine sauce, the
crepes were filled with butternut squash and smoked bacon, and then
there was a pool of salsa verde sitting on the plate too. They all
sort of worked together, but it wasn't really necessary.
sidenote: I am really sad that I did not get a picture of Betty.
