Last year James and I were on a long evening walk when we came upon a street festival in downtown DC. It was the Taste of Dc festival, and we stood against the chain-linked fence and wished that we could be among the merry masses munching on tiny samples of some of DC’s restaurants. Next year, we swore, next year we will go.
A couple weeks ago I thought of that festival and looked it up and saw that it was this weekend. We decided that it would be a perfect dinner date with Henry along, as it is an outdoor festival with continual walking around, lots of noise, and enough happening to keep our extroverted baby happy during the witching hour.
And so we set out! We had to change Henry’s clothes twice during the time that it took to unload the stroller and pay the parking meter, but alas we were off!
Within 5 minutes, I was eating this mac n’ cheese in utter rapture about its perfection. The cheese sauce was made out of squash (!!!) and it was unreal.
Henry was not impressed.
James pretty much did a tour de BBQ.
And I joined in because this is basically everything good about a BBQ joint all stacked on top of each other.
Henry was still not impressed.
And then I saw this sign:
AND A MAN WITH A BLOWTORCH MADE ME A SALTED CARAMEL DARK CHOCOLATE GIANT S’MORE.
Henry felt pretty certain that his hand was tastier than any s’more could ever be.
He also decided that his fancy pants (y)Uppababy stroller was no longer sufficient a chariot and that he would rather ride in the free, hand-me-down BabyBjorn.
It had been rainy and cold all day, but as we wandered the food stalls and stuffed our faces with deliciousness, the sky suddenly turned like this for about 5 gloriously vibrant moments.
Henry began to gently communicate that he was ready for that sweet, sweet bedtime that we have been convincing him to love.
So we headed home, bellies full and hearts happy. DC, you sure tasted good!