Grub Box Baby!

Wow! Nearly a week without internet/blogging AFTER nearly 2 weeks of charity event craziness during which time I also did. not. blog? I'm about to go crazy! I love blogging! I don't know why, but it makes me so happy. I love recording the small, simple, (and possibly completely uninteresting to anyone other than me) details of day to day life with the hubs and the Kortmeister, and I'm so excited to get back to it!

Ferron was w.o.n.d.e.r.f.u.l. (as expected). The "bungalow" (as we lovingly refer to it) that my dad is renting was very...um....cozy, and Sitka's grave was as decorative and beautiful as ever. (I really need to photograph it for you sometime, can anyone say "Charlie's Monument Canine Edition?")

I was happy to see all of the comments from fellow Ferron enthusiasts when I got back into town, especially since I took a bunch of pictures to document our most recent trip. So, without further ado, let the reminiscing continue!

Oh, Grub Box, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...

1. The deliciousness of your one of a kind, unbeatable chicken tacos.

2. The hot, beer-battered crispiness of your thick-cut, positively dreamy french fries.

3. The unlimited tubs of perfectly mixed, "I'm a heart attack jeeeust waiting to happen" fry sauce. (complimentary with the purchase of your meal - of course.) Did you know that "Wendy's" actually CHARGED me for a packet of BBQ sauce the other day? They totally did. That totally happened. I was buying 5 cheeseburgers and 5 french fries and they CHARGED me for a packet of BBQ sauce! The nerve. If you are a restaurant owner and you charge your paying customers for condiments, take my advice...STOP IMMEDIATELY! Cease and desist! It's ghetto and inconsiderate to the umpteenth degree and you are pinching pennies and disrespecting your customers and that is b.a.d. energy and you will run yourself out of business. You will. I promise. Give freely of your sauce. Give it lovingly with no strings (or resentment) attached and you will be blessed. Take it from the girl who has successfully and accurately predicted that over 20 local, specific businesses would "go under" over the past few years. I know these things. I know what the people want (i.e: a little respect, and free sauce with the meal they are paying you for.) Just take my word for it, mmmmkay? Moving on.

Now what, (you may ask) does a five year old look like after he's waited all day to head out of town, sat in a cramped car for two hours asking "When will we be ta Ferr-on?" a minimum of 100 times, and is then let loose in a delightful dining establishment?

Why, (I might say) I'm so glad you asked! It looks a little something like this:

and this:

and this:

It is the basic equivalent of a child explosion. Fun for both mom AND the Grub Box. Yes, very fun indeed. But back to the food...oh the food....

Let me just start by saying: My kid is SO HARD TO FEED! He would rather do anything other than eat. (anything.) He does not want to sit still or slow down long enough to eat anything. ever. So, I ordered my beloved Chicken Taco and the largest basket of fries they had, and prepared to go to war.

You know what I'm talking about:
MOM: Kortland James Dugovic, you are not getting down from this table until you've had ten bites.
KJ: I'm just not hungry.
MOM: You haven't eaten for 5 hours, of course you are hungry!
KJ: I just want to get the candy from the quarter machine and then I'll eat 10 bites.
MOM: Not a chance.
KJ: w....h....y......?!
MOM: You know why, don't ask me why. We don't eat junk food before we eat our dinner. (He gets that from his Grammy, and in all honesty, so do I! My sweet Grammy orders cheesecake to come out BEFORE her meal when we go out to eat - ha ha! Curse these Blackwell genes and their inherent love of all things delicious and sweet!)
KJ: I just want to hide under the table so the other people in here don't see me.
MOM: Eat. your. food.
KJ: In just a minute.
MOM: Eat. your. food.
KJ: I'm just not very hungry! (he says "just" a.lot. these days)
...and on and on and on.

So, I set the tray of food in front of him, he took a fry from the basket and dipped it in the fry sauce, chewed it twice, then exclaimed:

"Mmmmmmmm!" at the top of his lungs! (and I'm not talking about just any old "Mmm" here people, we're talking about the bonafide, "What About Bob?"caliber, make every person the restaurant turn around to see what's going on over there kind of "Mmmmmmm!" It was hilarious! He ate 90% of the fries and HALF of the gigantic chicken taco. It. was. nuts. Well done, Grub Box. Well done indeed.