As a kid, my parents took me to the National Zoo almost every weekend. Today we spent one of our first weekends back in Maryland doing the exact same thing.
Edda and I playing in the new kiddy area (we are standing in the middle of a big foam pizza)
Vince, just finished with his blue ice cream.
The treasure of the Chesapeake – the blue crab. I remember going down to the bay with my mother and buying 2 bushels of these guys straight from the fisherman. At home, the table would be covered with a thick layer of newspapers, everyone would get a nutcracker and a mallet and we would have the most glorious messy dinners ever. We’d hand the orange roe over to Mom who would gobble it down..