Just Wing It

A month or so ago I sent a note out to my whole team asking them each to send me an email telling me their 4 favorite flavors of ice cream, with the promise that when we were all together in one place in January I would make them the top 4 voted flavors.  Within literally 10 seconds of pushing <SEND> I had an email back from The Boss (he’ll hate that I called him that…he doesn’t call me a PITA for nothing :-) ) with one word contained in it: CAROB.  Since I was pretty sure there’d be no more votes for carob (who even knows what carob is anyway?), I kinda pushed it to the back of my mind.  But it was still there lurking.

As Team Week drew closer the word CAROB appeared to take on a life of it’s own inside my head, popping up in the middle of the drive to the office, shouting “Hello!” during trips to Trader Joe’s to gather a gazillion eggs & their entire delivery of heavy cream for the day.  It cooed at me while I was drifting off to sleep & was still there cooing in the morning when I woke up.  I tried to quieten it by telling myself (and The Boss) that I couldn’t possibly make all the ice cream for the team AND carob ice cream for him in the same week.  He would get his Carob Ice Cream, just a few weeks down the road.  But as the week passed by in a blur of ice cream custards & whirring churners and I got nearer and nearer to filling the freezer with all the ice cream for our fabulous sales force, it became harder & harder to rationalize it away.  Made even harder by The Boss telling me that Haagen Dazs used to make fantastic Carob Ice Cream 20 years ago & he has been missing it ever since.  Incidentally, while I was searching for a recipe online it seems that there’s a whole nation of people lamenting the long-ago demise of HD’s Carob Ice Cream.

So Friday found me scouring the web for carob ice cream recipes (of which I found exactly none) & then wandering the aisles for both carob powder & carob chips down at PCC Natural Market.

So Boss, here’s my self-assessment for the Carob Ice Cream Commitment: even if it turns out under-performed on taste, I am expecting an exceeded on execution & effort.  (You can see The Boss’ assessment for the Carob Ice Cream Commitment after the recipe.)

I had no reference point for this ice cream with no recipe & no idea what it *should* taste like.  So I was left with no choice but to just wing it.  Here’s what I came up with.

Carob Ice Cream (cb)

  • 3 cups heavy cream
  • 6 tbsps carob powder
  • 1 cup sugar
  • Pinch salt
  • 1 cup carob chips
  • 1 1/3 cups whole milk
  • 3 tsps vanilla extract

Sling the cream, carob powder, sugar & salt in a saucepan & stir until the sugar has dissolved.  Bring to the boil & simmer for 1 minute, whisking constantly.

Remove from the heat & add the carob chips.  Stir until the chips have melted completely.  Carob tends to be a bit sticky (and the powder doesn’t dissolve too readily) so this will take more stirring than chocolate chips.  When the chips are completely melted, pour the mixture through a fine sieve into a bowl in order to catch any chips that haven’t fully melted & any powder that hasn’t dissolved.  You will be left with a pretty gooey sieve, but that’s OK.

Add the milk & the vanilla extract to the carob cream mixture & stir well.

Pour into a blender & blend for several minutes.  I went off and loaded the dishwasher at this point.  Blending definitely helped with adding body & smoothness to the mixture, so I don’t recommend skipping this step even though you will have a blender to wash up afterwards.  Just do it.

Cover and chill the carob cream mixture thoroughly in the ’fridge (overnight is good), then freeze it in your ice cream maker according to the manufacturer’s instructions.

Find someone who likes carob.


For me, finding someone who likes carob was the easiest part of the recipe.  When The Boss first asked for Carob Ice Cream over a year ago I seriously thought he was just being funny.  He’s a very funny chap.  So I never made it for him.  Turns out The Boss really does love carob.

The Boss:  “This is incredible.  Best ice cream I’ve eaten in 20 years”.

cb:  “Really?  I was worried about the slightly grainy texture”.

The Boss:  “It’s fabulous”.

cb:  “As good as Haagen Dazs Carob Ice Cream?”

The Boss:  “Oh WAY better than the Haagen Dazs”.

 So, in the end I exceeded at the Carob Ice Cream Commitment after all.  And to think I lost sleep over this ice cream.  If you like Carob & you like Ice Cream, you might want to try this one out.  Apparently it’s really good.

Thanks Boss!

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It’s All French To Me

Every time I eat brunch at Cafe Campagne I feel compelled to go get pastries at Le Panier afterwards.  Maybe it’s just the whole French thing…eating {great} French cuisine at Cafe Campagne gets me in the mood for eating {great} French food for the rest of the day.  Maybe it’s just because it’s right there.  Maybe it’s just because my pastry-chef brain is simply drawn to anywhere that sells pastries.  Who knows why.  It’s just the way it is.  And I am SO not disappointed about that.

 The first time I went to Le Panier I didn’t post afterwards because…well…because I ate the pastries before I had a chance to photograph them, and having no food shots just ain’t right.  This time I was determined to get the goods home in one piece so that I could do a proper job.  So my point is that this isn’t the first time I’ve been to Le Panier, it’s just the first time I’ve had enough self-control to photograph first, eat later.

I {finally} decided on a Chocolatine (a cross between an Almond Croissant & a Pain au Chocolat) & 4 macarons – orange-chocolate, lemon, raspberry & chocolate.  Miss Connie & the lovely Linda had just as hard a time deciding, so that made me feel better.  I have no clue what they got, but we all left with our own cute little bag of yummy stuff.

Chocolatine: Pain au Chocolat with Almond paste & almonds

Now if you’ve been following along for a while (THANK YOU!) you may remember how I blasted Bakery Nouveau over in West Seattle.  And how much I love Honore Artisan Bakery up in Ballard.  And how I was undecided on Cafe Besalu.  Well now I can tell you that even after a couple of visits I am still undecided on Le Panier, which is a surprise to me since so many people just rave about this place & it’s a rare day when there isn’t a line snaking around the inside & out the door.  I wanted to love their pastries.  I still want to love them.  I’ll go back and try more.  I know, it’s a hard life :-)

The Chocolatine was decidedly better than the Almond Croissant that I had at Bakery Nouveau, but it wasn’t a patch on the Croissanterie that I’ve had at Honore.  You know how I am about pastries…just incredibly picky.  I make no apologies.

This particular Chocolatine may have benefited from a few seconds in the microwave, or simply from being eaten sooner.  My little Saturday shopping expedition had me running around town a  lot longer than I thought – it was that gorgeous bright {kiwi} green leather chair & footstool at Kasala that got me all discombobulated – so shooting & eating was unquestionably delayed.  Having said that, it was still a {wonderful} treat for a dreary Saturday evening.

Next up: the macarons.  (PS. They are not neon colors in real life.  The little on-camera flash just makes for bad images.  Sorry about that).

As with the Chocolatine I am also undecided about Le Panier’s macarons.  I preferred Honore’s even though I ended up with flavors that I didn’t care for.  IMHO I think Honore’s texture is better, but Le Panier’s flavors won out – I could tell what they were even with my eyes shut, which was not the case at Honore.

All in all, I do like Le Panier & I especially love their location.  For me they are just part of the whole Pike Place Market thing.  They are also next door to Sur La Table, a store which is completely *impossible* for me to walk past without going in.  Darn French stuff.  It’s a conspiracy.

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The Big Breakfast Adventure | Andaluca

(In case you missed how the Big Breakfast Adventure got started, you can read it  here:  How it all began)

I SO did not want to get up at 5 am this morning.  Ever have those days when you realize a couple hours too early (or 6 hours too late, depending on how you look at it) that you forgot to turn your cell phone alarm clock off?  Sigh.

Armed with a new Cee Lo Green CD courtesy of the musically manic Mr. Nyheim, I headed off to Andaluca for the Best Granola in Seattle.  As I paddled down the I-90, a song that would make my Therapist chuckle if he knew I was listening to it, reverberated around Dottie’s interior.  An especially jolly, endearingly titled little ditty, “F*** You”, with classic lines such as “I guess he’s an X-box and I’m more an Atari”.  I would imagine that Cee Lo got quite a rush out of recording that particular song.

I pretty much aqua-planed all the way from the Cascade foothills to downtown Seattle, then got caught in one-way hell trying to get to the 400 block of Olive Way.  The trouble is, you see, that unless you know which way is one-way on Olive & unless you know that Stewart & Olive intersect, at which point they miraculously both become Stewart, then it can all get a bit confusing.  I knew neither.  I do now.  Still, there was hardly any traffic so a couple of spins around a couple of blocks in order to end up facing the right way on the right side of Olive didn’t pose any problems.  Of course, had I just checked the map before I left home…

As I stepped inside Andaluca it was very reminiscent of walking into Lola…posh, upscale, plush, cozy.  Fabulous booths, gentle, romantic lighting.  It was just me & the staff at 7:30 am, which was just fine with me since I was feeling a little dishevelled after my short walk from the car.  It was, as Winnie the Pooh would have observed, a very blustery day.

I quickly (too quickly it turned out) ordered up a hot chocolate.  When it came it was very large & very pretty.  Much larger & prettier, in fact, than it appears in this shot.

I {very disappointingly} have to report that in the taste department, however, it was lame.  And the syrup drizzled over the top was just nasty.  Every time I went to take a sip of the hot stuff I got a whiff of this fake I-don’t-know-what brown syrup.  Sigh.  I think that one of my 2011 New Years Resolutions (which I have still to make, btw) will be to not have hot chocolate anywhere unless I know in advance that it’s the {real} good stuff.  It’s {almost} enough to make me want to start drinking coffee.  I must have spent an inordinate amount of money over the last year on really bad hot chocolate.  There goes another 4 bucks this morning.  I hate that.

Now Andaluca made it into the 55 Best Breakfasts in Seattle by virtue of their Granola.  So I was a tad confused when Seattle Magazine actually ate & wrote about the Muesli instead.  I decided to go with the Granola.  It would seem quite strange to me to say I was going to eat the Best Granola in Seattle & then eat & write about Muesli.  But maybe I am just odd.

Things on the taste front improved dramatically once the {house made} Granola arrived.  *Truly* delicious granola.  It arrived in a bowl almost big enough to take a bath in & was surrounded by taste-tinglingly tart yogurt & smothered in handfuls of fresh blueberries & raspberries.  The raspberries alone would have cost you at least $5 at the grocery store.  They made me think it was summer…quite a feat considering the weather outside.  Bursting with sunshiny flavor.  Bursting.

Now if it’s OK with all you lovely readers, I’d like to have a hazelnut moment.  The hazelnuts in Andaluca’s Granola are simply *brilliant*.  And I don’t use that word lightly.  I have spent hours of my life roasting hazelnuts by hand over an open flame, so I know a good roasted hazelnut when I taste one.  Apart from the flavor you can tell a great roasted hazelnut by the even color throughout the nut.  Andaluca’s are perfect.  And yes, I checked.  I admit that oats, bran, coconut, hazelnuts, almonds, honey doesn’t sound like the tastiest breakfast in the world and I suspect that had I not been driven here by my commitment to eating the 55 Best Breakfasts in Seattle, I would never have chosen it.  I actually doubt that I would ever have known that Andaluca existed.  This crazy Big Breakfast Adventure has been an enlightening experience.  My mouth would have really missed out had it never had a bowl of Andaluca’s Granola.

OK.  Now that I’ve made you all want to eat Granola at Andaluca, I must point out that granola does not constitute breakfast.  Granola is an appetizer (even if it is served in a bowl big enough to take a bath in).  So now I’d had what I came for, what to have for breakfast?  So much scrumptious sounding stuff on the menu.  Banana Pancakes…Rosemary Chicken Sausage Hash…Hazelnut Waffle (there’s those fantastic hazelnuts again)…Italian Eggs Benedict…and “The Special”:  Scrambled eggs with smoked salmon lox, cream cheese, chives, onions & tomatoes.  Served with garlic roasted Yukon Gold potatoes.  Ugh.  Sounds horrible, huh?  I’ll have that please.

No one rushed me & I was allowed to sit there contemplating life for quite a while between courses.  Mind you it was deserted when I arrived, but by 8:30 it was positively buzzing.  I think all the Mayflower Hotel guests next door do breakfast here.  I wish I had got here at 7 am.  I was so enjoying my solitude curled up in the enormous comfy booth. 

The scramble was cooked a little harder & drier than I like (I have come to learn that Americans tend to like their eggs super-cooked whereas we ex-pat Brits like them softer & creamier), but the aroma & taste of the smoked salmon was overwhelming good.  It was incredibly filling, although I had just downed that big ole dish of granola.  The potatoes were not the best.  They weren’t roasted, and some of them were decidedly under-done.  In their defence, I barely had room to eat the Scramble so maybe that had a bearing on it all.  I ate all the Scramble and immediately decided it was time for a nap.  Rats to living 33 miles away.  Totally worth the trip though. 


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The Big Breakfast Adventure | Cafe Campagne

(In case you missed how the Big Breakfast Adventure got started, you can read it  here:  How it all began)

It’s one of our little Holiday traditions:  Dinner with “The Girls”.  This year (or I guess I should now say last year), it somehow slipped through one of those cracks that seem to pop up all over the place leading up to Christmas.  The annual Steak-{or lamp chops}-&-Creamed-Spinach-Fest didn’t happen.  Since all our budgets were all a little stretched I suggested that instead of a post-Holiday dinner, we do a post-Holiday Big Breakfast Adventure.  Big thumbs up all around on that little idea.  One of the poshest places still on the list was Cafe Campagne, so I booked a reservation (popular place that joint) & sent out invites to everyone’s Outlook calendar…about 6 times because I kept getting it wrong :-)

Usually at 8:45 am on a Saturday at Pike Place Market you can find a space right close by.  {Very} luckily for Miss Connie, T happened to be at just the right place at just the right time to help navigate her into the empty parking spot that she had stumbled across.  You know, like those men on the runways at airports that wave the planes into the gates.  Except T didn’t have any bright orange flags.  As Miss Connie pointed out:  if T hadn’t been there, she’d have been up the curb & possibly even in a store front.  Risky business this parallel parking.  Especially in Seattle on those darned 45 degree hills & cobbled streets.  Now I know why Miss Connie wanted to car pool with me.  Parallel parking is something I excel at, but I’m not boasting – it’s a genetic thing.  Everyone in my birth family drives better backwards than they do forwards.

This whole Pike Place parking project lead to the lovely Linda enquiring how Miss Connie fared in the parallel parking part of her Driving Test.  To which Miss Connie responded that she refused to do it & just had the Examiner deduct the parallel parking points from her total score.  She still passed her Driving Test.


Firstly because I was stunned that anyone could refuse to do part of a driving test but still get a Drivers License (Licence), & secondly because we were all laughing so hard that none of us could speak.  (PS. Miss Connie – never attempt to take a Driving Test in England.  You will fail.)

MVP was late, having been awoken at 2 am by a phone call from a forlorn & heart-broken ex-boyfriend.  (Psst, ex-boyfriend…trust me, doing things like that are NOT going to help your cause any).  Having turned her phone off she then had no alarm to wake her up.  We waited; although our rumbling tummies were trying to persuade us to do otherwise.  Waiting is just the polite thing to do.

When our server wandered over & asked if we wanted coffee there was a {very} loud & enthusiastic chorus of “Yes please”, like a Mexican wave around the table.  Until it got to me.  Cafe Campagne’s Chocolat Chaud is the business.  I’ll have one of those, thanks.

None of the girls had been to Cafe Campagne before so I had to assist with the more complicated items & words on the menu.  I knew some day those 3 years of French lessons would come in handy.  For some inexplicable reason, we were all drawn to half way down the right hand column on the menu where it read:  Brioche Rosemary Raisin Toast.  We all wanted some of that.

Brioche Rosemary Raisin Toast

The toast showed up by the plateful, cut in thick, golden brown slices along with triangles of unsalted butter & little dishes of honey.  I am not sure I would have known that the brioche had rosemary in it, but it was never-the-less fantastic.  Crumbly textured, dense yet light-as-air on the inside & slightly crisp on the outside.  Exactly how brioche should be.

By the time MVP arrived the girls had gone around the menu about 14 times each.  I knew I had to have the Croque Monsieur, since that is what got Cafe Campagnea place as one of the 55 Best Breakfasts in Seattle.  I had to stop looking at the menu.  I really wanted several other things listed, although I was also excited to try the Croque.  MVP wanted the Croque too, while the others were all mesmerized by the description of the omelette:

OMELETTE À L’EPINARDS: French rolled omelette filled with spinach and herbed goat fromage blanc, served with chicken and pork sausage and roasted potatoes (& an enormous piece of baguette)

MVP & I agreed that our Croque Monsieurs were amazing.  Miss Connie also stole a little bite of mine & commented that despite being totally yummy, it was also totally different to the other Croque Monsieur she had eaten a few months ago at Cafe Presse.  Funny how that can be.

I ate Miss Connie’s sausage.  She’s a bacon girl.  I am a pork girl.  The sausages rocked.  Completely yummy.  Best sausage I’ve had in a while.

We were so busy chatting up a storm & enjoying each other’s company that I decided to keep the photography to a minimum.  So no Omelette shot I’m afraid.  But I can tell you it was good, judging by the comments flying around the table while they were being demolished.  Miss Connie dissected hers & picked out the “eggy bits”.  Er…yes, OK.  We’re all still trying to work that one out :-)

I think I can speak for the whole gang when I say that we had a particularly jolly and {very} tasty time at Cafe Campagne this morning.  (Girls – chime in any time).  It was packed to the gills with happy Pike Place devotees.  I think we were possibly a little loud, but then it was a Holiday breakfast & no one complained.  It was a most splendid breakfast, and I don’t think I’ll wait a year before I head back there.

After the goodbye hugs & parting shots of girlie banter were hurled at each other, MVP & T high-tailed it back to the rest of their respective Saturdays.  Miss Connie, the lovely Linda & I high-tailed it straight round to Le Panier to oooh & ahhh over the delicious French pastries before taking a leisurely wander around the Market.  Love that place.

What a fabulous start to a Saturday!

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*SANE™, inSANE, SANEity – terms used in Jonathan Bailor’s books, The Smarter Science of Slim (out of print) and The Calorie Myth.

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Matt Longman - Thanks so much for the great blog post! I’m so glad you had such a wonderful time!

-Matt Longman, Manager, Café Campagne

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The Big Breakfast Adventure | Geraldine’s Counter

(In case you missed how the Big Breakfast Adventure got started, you can read it  here:  How it all began)

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!  The first Big Breakfast Adventure of 2011.  I seriously thought I would be through all 55 Best Breakfasts in Seattle by the time 2010 drew to a close.  I guess I’ve been gone a lot since March when this whole breakfast shenanigans started.  And then there were those times when I just snuck off to double dip favorite past Big Breakfast Adventures instead of working on down the list.  Oooops!

Today was particularly exciting since it was in a whole new neighborhood to me:  Columbia City.  Getting there:  c’est très facile – over the I-90 bridge and turn left.  There were absolutely, definitely no mountains out today.  Anywhere.  You’d have been forgiven for thinking that Seattle was on a perfectly flat lump of land.  It was pretty quiet out there at 7:15 am, but not so quiet that I didn’t have to check out a few parking spots before I found one that didn’t have a 1 hour limit on it.  Breakfast in under an hour?  Not a chance.  I was in the mood to loll.  My ultimate destination in Columbia City was Geraldine’s Counter.  The breakfast on the menu was the Best French Toast in Seattle.  Now I’m not usually one for a plate of carbs for breakfast, but I’d had a sneak preview of what it was likely to be like so I was pretty excited about this particular plate of carbs.  Geraldine’s Counter has a sister restaurant up on Capitol Hill – Table 219 – where I had the extreme pleasure of downing their Grand Slam.  And that particular breakfast made it on to the list of my favorites for 2010.  So I was reasonably sure that I was in for a treat.

I had no clue Columbia City was such a happenin’ little ‘hood.  Columbia City Bakery was already bristling with early-morning-coffee-and-croissant-munchers.  Must swing by there sometime & check out their bakery wares.

I was there early, before Geraldine had fired up the coffee pot on her counter.  I had planned to meet a gal-pal at 8 am when the doors swung open.  The doors swung.  No gal-pal.  It’s all good.  I am perfectly comfortable eating on my tod.  The adorable shorts-sporting Richard welcomed me in with a huge smile & happily honored my request to put me in the corner where I promptly curled up with a steaming pot of chamomile tea & my little black book.  Nothing like a good scribble over a nice cup of {herbal} char.  Kudos to Richard who, when asked about the Hot Chocolate ‘fessed up that it was just your average warm & wet stuff.  He must have got a gander at the look on my face & realized I get {very} serious about my Hot Chocolate.  The only tea they had was chamomile.  Not my favorite.  Oh well.  I’ll get some anyway.

The pot arrived.  Oh yay!  You really do mean *real* chamomile!  Go Geraldine’s!

 Geraldine’s has the funnest array of tableware.  Everything matched and yet nothing was the same color.  Eclectic yet classy.  Much like the decor & the ambiance.  One of those places where you just feel right at home right away.  Richard helped with that part too.  I mentioned I was supposed to have a companion joining me.  I also mentioned that I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t.  Not everyone gets quite as excited as I do about venturing off early on the weekends to discover great food in new places.

I read the menu up & down (several times – it’s worth the read), sipped my tea, scribbled in my notebook & tweeted & face-booked until it was 8:30.  OK, that’s it.  Hungry.  Time to eat.  I knew that the plate of French Toast was to be mine, but also being sensitive to my need to eat protein at breakfast time I ordered a side of bacon.  But only because I knew that they had the same bacon as Table 219 & I remembered how good that was.  Richard had given me the memo about the French Toast being served up with Honeyed Peaches today.  Peaches are not my favorite fruit, so I was a touch disappointed at the news.  I shouldn’t have worried.  The French Toast was outrageously good; and the peaches were spectacular.

Yeah, just look at that peach.  All that fresh, juicy, peachy goodness.  I just know you want to eat it.  I bet you can almost taste it, and feel that juice slipping out the corner of your mouth as you bite into it.  Uh-huh.  Like that.  The peaches were amazing:  tinged with pink in the middle & bursting with sweet, intense flavor.

The French Toast – I don’t know how they do it.  Thick as Texas Toast but lighter than air.  Deliciously crunchy around the edges but softer than a cloud in the middle.  Impossibly buttery.  Ridiculously creamy.  I have never been a French Toast fan, but Geraldine’s is enough to change my mind about the whole matter.  It’s not a big thing in England, and as Bob the (British) Potter so indignantly asked (all the way from France) over Facebook while I was dreamily devouring my last few bites,  “Can’t you just call it Eggy Bread like everyone else?”  Well, Bob, where’s the fun in that? :-)  In France, oddly enough, it’s called Pain Perdu and they don’t eat it for breakfast.  Funny old world.

I ate every last little bite.  It was entirely scrumptious.  Probably my favorite plate of breakfast carbs.  Well, it would be a toss-up between them and the Gingerbread Waffles at Coastal Kitchen or the Chestnut Pancakes at Volterra.

Richard allowed me a lovely leisurely breakfast curled up in my corner with the Best French Toast in Seattle.   Thank you!  There were a few other things on their menu that have been tucked away in my “when I’ve finished the Big Breakfast Adventure” food notebook.  It may be a while before I get back there, but if you’ve never been I thoroughly recommend it.  Thoroughly.

Phew.  Stuffed (very pleasantly).  Off to PCC to find some Carob Chips.  I am going to make Mr. Nyheim’s Carob Ice Cream (recipe coming soon!) if it is the last thing that I do.  I love PCC, although I almost never go there…it is just so expensive.  Which reminds me of Miss Connie’s oh-so-eloquent musings from yesterday:  “It’s like a museum.  I love to go there & look at all the wonderful things, but I know that I can’t touch anything.”

Good job I was so filled up with French Toast from Geraldine’s.  Happy Saturday!


*SANE™, inSANE, SANEity – terms used in Jonathan Bailor’s books, The Smarter Science of Slim (out of print) and The Calorie Myth.

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N - So jealous of your discipline in getting up early for breakfast! I’ve tried so few in Seattle. I’m not exactly a morning person. :)

cb - That’s funny…because I often get frustrated because some of the breakfast places open so LATE! The 10 o’clock openers make me nuts – I am starving by then!!! :-) You should come on a BBA with me sometime….(we’ll pick a 10 am one :-) )

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