use real butter

On Sunday, our neighbor’s daughter knocked on our door (she’s too short to reach the bell). Her dad had washed all of the tupperwares we had brought dinner over in and placed them in a bag with a thank you note. She pulled out the note and wanted me to read it because she had written a note first, and then there was one from her dad. I asked her if they liked the dinner and she nodded enthusiastically and said, “yeah, yeah, yeah!”

me: what sort of food would you like this week?
b: oh, i love fondue. chocolate fondue with strawberries!
me: you can’t have chocolate fondue for dinner!
b: darn… *laughing*
me: what does your dad like?
b: oh, he loves chicken. we all love chicken.
me: what kind of chicken?
b: teriyaki – that’s his favorite. we like cheese fondue too. any fondue is good! yummmmmmm.
me: okay sweetheart, i’ll see what i can do.

**Jump for more butter**

On our way to dinner, I came upon a giant cow. It was the Chick-Fil-A cow in front of the St. Julien Hotel! There were a lot of cops and official-looking people. It was some promotional thing for NASCAR. NASCAR in Boulder… *shudder*

i love that cow

**Jump for more butter**

We’re eating leftover party food. I’m not as psyched about that part as I am about the leftover beverages. We picked up a box of Izze sodas from Costco. I like Izze because they are local (Boulder), socially responsible, and the sparkling juice tastes great (pomegranate, blackberry, apple, grapefruit – awesome flavors).

beautiful izzes

raspberries and cream

The heat is going to make me homocidal.