After Gavin's wedding, some of us went to Star of India, our favorite Salt Lake Indian food restaurant. We ate ourselves sick. The food was so good that I'm pretty sure we all experienced Pure Being.
We've been eating a weird amount of food with Alan lately. We should document it more. Here is Alan eating some pizza from The Slab.
Whenever we have time to kill up north, Kyle and I hit up Nielsen's Frozen Custard. Their concretes are UNREAL. Definitely worth the drive.
Ok this isn't food. It's Eliza. I just love when she makes this face.
Hello, Rice King potstickers. I am not much of a potsticker person, but OH MAN. I order these every time now, as my meal. They are SO GOOD. I used to only be able to eat 3 or 4, but now with Velocity to feed as well I can eat all 6. Basically the only good pregnancy symptom.
And, of course, my beloved Hokulia snow cone. The second they place that cone in the neat table with holes cut out, I am in heaven until I finish it. And then I am sad because it's all gone.
Today our food-based fun was the rosemary peasant bread we made and ate with a gross amount of olive oil and balsamic vinegar. It's all gone or I'd put up a picture of that too. Now I'm going to go have some chocolate-milk-related fun.