Return to the Land of Plenty

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There I sat in the Regan International Airport in DC, a grin stretching from ear to ear, a Cinnabon in my lap, plastering it with extra frosting.  Bliss.  Back in the Land-o-Plenty.

How long would I need to wait before my conscience allowed for a fried clam roll at Legal Sea Foods?  Not long.  Heaven.

Eggs, country potatoes and sausage at the Chatterbox in Carmel Valley Village.  Oh my.  I'm home.

Steak and baked potato.  A BIG steak, and a BIG baked potato.  Dreamy.