I bring home a Cobblestone calzone


My dear wife Karen enjoyed a quick getaway excursion with dear friend Chris to meet with Cathy and husband Bruce in Ithaca on Friday night.

After I got out from my library shift, I took a quick trip to the supermarket to fill the usual two bags with needed items.

But …

I didn’t feel like eating anything in said bag for my end-of-week dinner.

To the Cobblestone I went to bring home a sausage calzone.

Cherished rescue mutt Ellie B thrilled with my choice. I dug for a good bit of insides for her. We recently decided she is gluten intolerant, at last matching her morning grumbly tumbly to the times we’ve fed her dinner bits of pizza crust or maybe a strand of pasta or two.

I enjoyed all parts of my weekend starter.

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