Oh, I know, you're all curdling with envy about my big weekend plans to hit the Festival of Fromage. A shout out to all you Frito Pie lovers--and to Coast Rat who followed up on the cheese factory culture in my fair state. I had no idea that eating Frito Pie was a national pastime. Here I thought it was a special Cheese Fest delicacy!
While we're kicking back with cheese curds and cheese burgers Saturday, our neighbors are having a garage sale. Last night they were getting it ready and their grandchildren were over. The grands are around the same ages as Team Testosterone and they play together beautifully--in part because Team Testosterone is happy to see anybody their age come down the driveway and in part because little kids are just cool that way. It didn't take long for Mr. B and Mr. T to figure out what was going on in the M garage. Soon they were crossing the yards and returning with their wallets. The M's had early sales totaling $5.00. Mr. B's the proud owner of water torpedoes and a rear view mirror. Mr. T bought himself a wallet and a pair of binoculars. I cut them off when Mr. B started eyeballing a picture frame and Mr. T began inquiring about the air compressor.
I picked up new garden plants--a late frost terminated my peppers, only the zucchini was saved because of an upended plastic juice bottle. (Note: make Team Testosterone drink more juice.) A little organic shop carries heritage/heirloom plants and I was jubilant when I learned the owner had sold over 600 of her heirloom varieties this spring. Good taste is catching on! She gave me 4 tomato and 3 pepper plants (red, green and purple! Fun!). One of the tomatoes is a Russian variety which should tolerate our Wisconsin weather really well. I'll take photos of the upside-down tomatoes after the thunderstorms abate.
To celebrate the last day of school we'll head to the library to pick up a first load of summer reading (and pay a large fine), watch Mr. T's soccer game (weather permitting) and go out for ice cream (regardless--I come from a long tradition of ice cream rewards at the end of school, swimming lessons, games and long bike rides). We'll stay up too late, go to bed sticky and dirty, and wake up lazy with a whole day of nothing planned.
Now, bloggy friends, I ask this of you: What summer reading do you suggest? For me and for Team Testosterone?