It was a recent Sunday, and the girls were spending the afternoon with their grandparents. I just couldn't shake hormonal angst. So Agapito took me on a drive down south. He indulged me in one of my favorite pass times, which is exploring Austin homes and neighborhoods. You see, I have an ongoing internal battle over what sort of home and neighborhood I would like us to live in. Broadly, I've determined there are 3 equally priced alternatives for our family in Austin, given our means: (1) A cramped fixer-upper in semi-Central Austin (i.e., not one of the cute Arts & Crafts numbers) with access to a good school and a feeling of urban-ness, (2) A large and new house in a potentially soul-crushing suburb with access to good schools and all of the modern conveniences that make mothering a helluva lot easier, or (3) A cool house on the border of the central and suburb with a crappy school. We've had it very good these last few years because, being university students, we could live in the UT apartments in central Austin for cheap, and Lucero has gone to the best elementary in Austin (best= optimal combo of academics and diversity).
On this particular Sunday I was feeling the lure of an area most aligning with option (2), in very south Austin. I justify the suburbs from a class-based perspective that I'm currently too lazy to detail. Anyway, having lifted my spirits by touring a few neighborhoods, Agapito took me to the Mandola winery in Dripping Spring and we ate this deliciousness--
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| Prosciutto and arugula pizza with a lemon vinaigrette on top. |
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| Mussels, scallops, shrimp...amazing. |
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Alas, I didn't take a picture of the mascarpone cheesecake we ate afterwards, my gestational diabetes be damned.
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