Food Trucks and Feet
You know summer is coming when every local food truck parks in a row and mobs of people descend on Tower Grove Park to inhale their tasty grub. If you aren’t at Food Truck Friday early, you risk a night of standing in line. Don’t be fooled by the far away picture, this place has 1000’s of attendees. We go early and take supplies…thanks to Finn’s second-hand bike trailer, getting our gear to the event is easier than ever.
We take snacks and drinks and our picnic gear, meet up with friends, and set up camp near whatever band happens to be playing (this week it was Letter To Memphis and they were fab). After choosing a few dishes from the trucks, we make our best attempts to eat while Finn climbs us and begs for every bite. This week we had Seoul Taco, Yemanja Brazilian, and Pyro Pizza. Then the big kids run wild across the gorgeous green space kicking balls, running through the creek, and burning the last of their energy as the sun sets behind them.
Finn found his favorite FTF treat.
Serendipity drumsticks from the Fire & Ice truck for the win! Our family structure almost crumbled in the act of sharing one of these heavenly cones—there was plenty of screaming as Ethan and Finn viciously “shared” the giant ice cream. They may be as big as Finn’s head, but next time we’re getting two.
On these nights we can’t walk two feet without running into neighbors and friends. When the weather is perfect, this is one of our favorite ways to spend a Friday night. If it rains, we stay home. Mud + food + kids = not our idea of fun. Unless there’s a hose nearby.
One thing we DIDN’T take to Food Truck Friday? Das Boot! It’s gone! I’m free of the giant, velcro-y, clomping eye-sore because my foot is feeling really good.
That’s why it was pretty disturbing, after six weeks of boot wearing, to see how BROKEN it still looks.
That line is not supposed to be there.
Doc said this is totally normal and as long as I’m not in pain, to quit wearing the boot. I can’t walk very far or jump or run, but I can do the strider machine at the gym and walk short distances with no problem. Bike riding is OK, not awesome, I get sore fast.
Six weeks went by so fast, it feels like yesterday I took a step wrong and ruined a perfectly good afternoon at the playground. And I still can’t believe I broke my foot. I’ve since been back to the scene of the crime and walked down the same steps—to the dismay of my friend Erin, who was there the day I twisted my ankle—with no issues.
Kind of tempting fate a little there.
We continue to close out the school year with injuries–scratches, head bonks, split lips (all Ethan, all within 24 hours)—but nothing can keep us from getting to pre-K graduation on Tuesday! After that the big kids will kick back and wait out the last week of school as official Kindergartners.
Expect too many adorable pictures of ingratiating graduation ceremonies for five year olds in the very near future.
Much like Finn to his drumstick, we’re staring straight into the eyes of summer folks.
If anyone would like to join us at Food Truck Friday, we’ll miss the next one (June 10) but will be at the one after that on on July 8!