I usually bring a bag or cooler of food with me when I go down to Minneapolis, since whatever is sitting in the fridge in Hinckley will probably go bad, and there’s no sense in buying double. But I dropped Rob off at the airport last night and came back to the Hinckley House this morning, so I didn’t bother taking anything with me. Luckily, there was bread in the freezer and peanut butter + marmalade in the fridge (enjoyed separately, on two pieces of toast — I’m not a PB&J person, and I certainly wouldn’t want a PB&M).
