Anteaters are weird.
I see you are ugly. I am ugly, too.
Creepy sloth claws.
Finally, Brad's beloved polar bear.
Then, we ate some delicious non-zoo food. I love an excuse to grab a meal in Royal Oak. Mmm Memphis Smoke. Not only is AA sorely lacking in the southern food category, where is OUR rooftop bar? I can only imagine a place like this would be the biggest hit downtown. Someone should get on that.
Love me some pulled meat. he he he
Next up, a return to the Saturday farmer's market. I haven't been more than once, if that, since mine and Lisa Z's inaugural visit much much earlier this spring. I'll pretend it wasn't crazy busy and I didn't want to kick everyone in the shins and just go with... it was awesome. I'd forgotten how amazing the options are this time of year and I seriously ran out of room, arms, and strength before I could get everything I really wanted.
Note: I am officially over farmer's market corn. I don't care how silly it is, I will NOT just cut off the wormy parts and eat the rest. No. Effing. Way. Six ears of corn, six wormy ears of corn. Wormy corn makes Stephanie a very antsy and screeching cook. Especially when worms fall on her counter. Eeeeeeeeee!
Between an awesome morning at the farmer's market (and a delish brunch with Birgy Birg mmmm) and a trip to the almost-as-bountiful Plum Market, I have a full fridge. And there is nothing I love more than a full fridge. I am a nerd.
Mini alert for Lisa Z. (had to take these with my cell phone... I better hurry up and order that new camera before there are too many more photos that need to be taken!!!):
Mini mini cherry tomatoes.
Mini grapes. Cuuuute!
All this shopping led up to my first full family bbq, well, probably ever. Mom, Larry, Jordan... and my dad! It was such a nice time, my dad loved it, and we always love the chance to chase Jordan around (even if I do get conned into changing diapers. Lame.). I really wish we could do this more often. And, the big news -- the dogs and Jordan did GREAT. No jumping, no chasing, and when either of them would bark, Jordan would just laugh his head off. "Heidi's talking!" It was such a relief, and now I'll feel much more comfortable inviting everyone over more often, and maybe my mom will even let us babysit Jordan one of these days.
It's funny how much my mom and I think alike. Now, I love a good dinner party, so I'm not going to skimp. So odds are, I've got everything we could possibly ever need, and more. Mom and Larry left on the early side, so they decided to pop in and try my Plum (they like!). Mom showed up with a pie (I'd already bought a key lime pie) and a Michigan salad (I'd bought the exact same one), and was apologizing for not remembering to bring watermelon (I had two). Cute. :) Needless to say, we had quite a feast (and I eyed my dad taking seconds, then thirds of potato salad! We WILL fatten him up!). Italian chicken, salad and bread, grilled zucchini, peppers, onions, and mushrooms.... Dare I say... yum-o?!
Tonight, time for more chicken with leftover veggies and tomatillo salsa with my first market tomatillos of the year. Definitely time to get back on the cookin' wagon (and mad props to Birgy B for finding her inner Julia C and even braving mussels!).