On the theme of doing fun more things and allowing ourselves to take a break from work and chores and the day-to-day grind of life as grown-ups, Brandon and I went on a date right after I got home from school today. There is an annual event in Delray Beach called the Garlic Festival, and we thought we'd go see what it's all about. We were not surprised to learn that it's all about garlic!
Well, there is music, art, and beer, as well; but most of the fun revolves around tasting all of the different garlicky foods. They had garlic burgers, garlic pitas, garlic chicken, lamb, pork, and shrimp; they even had garlic ice cream.
So we walked around, we looked at everything, and we made some tough decisions about what we were going to eat (as neither the budget nor the bellies could have handled trying it all). And just as we'd finished our plates of Garlic Greek Sliders and Garlic Curry Chicken Kabob and were contemplating trying the garlic ice cream, we came upon a hot dog eating contest. That's right, just as we'd finished eating.
I encouraged Brandon to go for it anyway. If there's one thing my husband can do, it's eat! They were taking contestants straight from the audience, and the prize was free pizza for a year. How could anyone say no to free hot dogs with the opportunity of free pizza? (Although, come to think of it, I wasn't volunteering!)
Brandon was too full, though; he'd simply put too much garlicky food into his belly, and he was not even a little bit interested in attempting to eat seven hot dogs. (I really think he could have, though.) In the end, we went to wash away our garlic-breath with beer. Then we headed back home, feeling full and happy, and wondering if we ought to swap the goodnight kiss for a goodnight handshake. Just this once.
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