Monday, April 10, 2017

A cold day, a warm day, a birthday.

Hoo golly, was this weekend ever a frolic. There was a food truck festival in the next town over, so we braved the weather and it was cold and people need to stop telling me how warm it was this time last year because by the time WE showed up in July, it was raining again (you may recall). Anyway: food trucks; cold.

Got this dim sum platter.

Got this ham hock with sauerkraut and some super dry rye bread, it was not great.

Got this Godzilla mac n cheese, with seaweed bits and Japanese mayo. Geneva in the back tryna snatch the fork.

Got a bag of mini donuts, for warms if nothing else.

Went home oh man so cold.

BUT! Sunday morning was bright and sunny, and there was a barn-burner a'happening. A bbq competition. A meat roast!

We got there like 10 minutes after start, and still had to park a mile down the road and walk, but it was WORTH IT.

Immediately we walk in, there's this giant wood-burning oven, and they hand us two slices of this mango-pineapple chutney, pulled duck, goat cheese pizza.

Some couple dozen vendors showed up to participate in the competition, but also to just like roast a whole pig and then chop it up in front of us and let us squirt one of four bbq sauces on it. I asked the girls later what their favorite part was, and they BOTH said the pig that was being cut up! Even though they also got their faces painted, and other rad things. The wierdos.

Eleanor was a unicorn.

Geneva was a doggo.

And then much later, when we found the balloon animals, Geneva got a unicorn and Eleanor got a dog. On purpose they did this.

Anyway. Grill marks here,

cheese scone there,

baby riblet eats a riblet.

And then we all rolled home.

And THEN. We went to Frankie's birthday party, for whom we had gotten a horse (we spent a non-zero amount of time brushing that horse's mane).

I was like, Let's wrap him up so he still looks like the thing he is! It'll be hilarious. It turned out to be SUPER DIFFICULT but also look at him he looks majestic.

The girls had ice cream sundaes,

they played out in the warms,

the horse was ceremoniously unwrapped!

And then we all ate Chinese food and rolled ourselves home.

1 comment:

Pam said...

That looks so wonderful but why are you not fat? So unfair. (Mind you, I'm veggie so wouldn't want to eat all that anyway. But I eat nothing much and am so much less uhfat than you. Still, wait till you're 66 and three quarters....)