This weekend we visited Emilie's mom to see how she was doing following last Sunday's ski injury. And, crutches aside, she was moving around pretty well. Though she won't know how bad the injury is until she visits a specialist in a couple of weeks. Hopefully the fact that she's been able to move around a bit is a good sign.
On Saturday afternoon we got in what will ultimately be our last day of cross-country for the season. The weather was very nice, though this made for a fair amount of slush on the trail.
On Saturday evening, we went out for dinner for some cuisses de grenouille (frog legs or, literally, frog "thighs"). In all honesty, these aren't my favorite and my initial foray into this area of French cuisine a few years back was sufficient.
It's not that I don't like them -- they taste fine, kind of like chicken. It's just that they're typically drenched in garlic butter (see below), which makes them very rich and heavy.
Here's a look at Emilie's plate mid-meal, with the collection of frog bones piling up on the side.
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On Sunday we had planned to ski, but a storm ended up coming through and it snowed most of the day. Here's the view from Emilie's mom's place when we got up.
And here's another photo from the drive home. While the significant snowfall makes it appear that winter may be here for a while longer, warm weather is supposed to return fairly quickly.
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