Ian knocked our socks off with moose and microgreen hoagies.
The spicy radish microgreens added both crunch and kick to the delicious sandwich.
Dinner was devoured by all with zero complaints.
Me: "We must make those again!"
Ian: "Fresh outta moose."
Me: "Call Brian. Time to barter."
We finished up the meal by treating the boys to their very first ice cream floats - root beer for them and Guinness for the grown ups.
When we were stuck in the hospital after Alistair's birth waiting for jaundice tests, a super kind nurse suggested that Ian and I steal away for a top-secret "date" to breathe some fresh air and get a cup of coffee while she watched our baby for us. We took her up on the date (it was a life saver) and stole away - not to the neighbourhood Tim Horton's - but for a quick visit to Nick at the nearby Crooked Mile Brewery. Ever since our chat with him about the compatibility of milk products and stout-style beer and its long history of being offered to lactating women, I (a lactating woman) have been craving a vanilla ice cream float made with my favourite stout. It did not disappoint. Yum!
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