Ketchup and Elbows
I went to the doctor today, and got a peek at the tree frog living in my stomach. It is alive and well, with at least one arm and one leg. We will have to hope that the others come in.Afterward, we went to the Malt Shoppe. If you haven't been there, it is worth the trip to Provo, the weird parking lot, the less than happy workers, and the 15 minute wait for fresh 
(FRESH!) french fries and a custom-made hamburger (We went there a while back, and Jeremy ordered the banana split. We had it on our table about 12 seconds before Jeremy took it back to the counter and asked for the banana to be inserted somewhere between the ice cream). Yummy...Never mind the fact that I was introduced to it by someone I don't like anymore. But that's okay. It is still tasty (AND it is the only place I have EVER been with my parents on a double date! Good times...).
(FRESH!) french fries and a custom-made hamburger (We went there a while back, and Jeremy ordered the banana split. We had it on our table about 12 seconds before Jeremy took it back to the counter and asked for the banana to be inserted somewhere between the ice cream). Yummy...Never mind the fact that I was introduced to it by someone I don't like anymore. But that's okay. It is still tasty (AND it is the only place I have EVER been with my parents on a double date! Good times...). As I sat there savoring my Bacon Supreme (SO GOOOOOOD...except for the bread and butter chips. Whoever invented those should be taken out and shot. DILL, people! DILL!), I casually dipped my oh so hot and fresh french fry into some ketchup.
Eva was sitting next to me, watching everything I did. She wanted some too.
I watched in fascination as she carefully dipped her french fry into the paper cup and pulled out the french fry and popped it in her mouth. She LOVED it.
Frankly, I was surprised.
Joshua hates anything to do with sauce, unless it is the chocolate kind.
Frankly, I was surprised.
Joshua hates anything to do with sauce, unless it is the chocolate kind.
On the table, next to the tiny paper cup of ketchup was another tiny paper cup, filled with what I call orange death, but people around here lovingly call fry sauce. Mayo and ketchup, that's all it is! Don't be deceived! Anyway...blech.
Eva looked at it sideways...
Grabbed a french fry...
Dipped it in the horridly orange sauce...
Popped it in her mouth...
And proceeded to clean out the ENTIRE cup. Maybe you have to be born in Utah to understand the fry sauce thing...
She got it EVERYWHERE.
I don't know how she got it on her elbow, but she was so happy that I really couldn't complain.
DIP, munch, DIP, munch, DIP, munch.
DIP, munch, DIP, munch, DIP, munch.
Joshua spent most of the time picking old gum off the bottom of our table, blowing fries across the table, and looking out the windows. I think he ate a total of 5 french fries...someday he will eat, I hope...
Comments
For the record, I hate ketchup. I love fry sauce. I suppose it is the mayonnaise.
As for babies that dip.. Audrey is a dipper, but she sucks the sauce off whatever she dipped with, be it a french fry, a chicken nugget, or like yesterday, a piece of enchilada which she insisted we put honey on. Weird baby.
Unfork: what Audrey does when she wants to dip. And she'll do something similar if we don't respond right away.
ashlosha: mystery food that makes Joshua grow
I hate fry sauce. I've yet to understand the fascination.
They love ketchup on everything and love A1 even more... :)
Plus they eat more bread than I ever remember eating is a child. Evan makes sandwhichs out of every meal I prepare - strange child - eats like a horse and looks like he is from Ethiopia