Road Trip: Iron Hill Brewery in Voorhees, New Jersey

While in Philadelphia, we stayed across the river in Mt Laurel, New Jersey and were just about a 15 minute drive to see my friend's mom.  I have known her for a while now, and even stayed at her house on one of my adventurous road trips with her daughter.  We took Betty to lunch to celebrate Jane's birthday in absentia.   While Rand is your typical meat and potatoes kind of guy, I had a pizza with fig, prosciutto, arugula, with balsamic glaze and Betty had a citrus chicken salad.  It was a celebration after all, so Betty had the merlot and I had the brewery's Pig Iron Porter--which was fabulous, I must say!  Rand allowed as how he, too, was celebrating with blackberry iced tea. 

 The splurge continued with a mountain of chocolate and ice cream--brownies topped with ice cream, chocolate, caramel, and nuts, which Betty and I could not finish in spite of our effort.

Back at the house, we caught up on all the doings and goings on of the grandchildren, nieces, nephews, etc., most of whom I know or at least, know about.  In honor of Rand's planned visit to Martin Guitar, Betty brought out her hand-made vintage canjo.  Who says Jersey is not a happening place?