So...it dawns on me that since my move, not only am I Boymom, I am also now a Boise Mom! It's been great getting to know the city and while I miss Surprise, Arizona and my wonderful friends and neighbors, I honestly have no desire at this particular moment to EVER return to the desert heat that I have endured for years now. One of these days I'll have to tell you about our ridiculous trip, but I just don't feel like backtracking and reliving the whole thing at this moment. But there are some really painful hilarious moments I should probably chronicle for future generations, so I promise, I will do my trip post in the nest few days. I would rather spend my blog time today telling and showing you guys some of the things I love about our new place of residence.
One of the first places we found to eat when we got here is Hugo's Deli. Hugo's is yummy and the customer service there is awesome. They were very patient with Little Man, who always takes just under a decade to make any kind of food selection and they made sure he had extra pickles, just like he asked. The owner was there and he was gracious enough to meet and talk to us when we mentioned that we were new in town. Who does that anymore? I have a confession to make here: I forgot the guy's name. It's not Hugo. Or else I would have remembered. How sad is it that he went out of his way to show us some kindness and I can't even remember his name? I'm blaming it onmenopause the stress of the relocation. So yeah...Hugo's and the guy who owns Hugo's rock. Great sandwiches, nice employees, clean and inviting store.
Another thing I love about Boise? The amazing gardens and farms here! Everybody grows stuff! My granddad's caretaker, Darlene and her brother own a farm. Darlene has a kick-butt garden and everytime I go visit her and Grandpa she loads me up with cucumbers, squash, tomatoes, greenbeans, corn and watermelon.
My sister's sister-in-law (did you follow that?) went from being a major corporate star in San Francisco to being a major Mommy star and Master Gardener in Idaho. She sent home some amazing jalapenos, green chilis and tomatoes, from which we made some kickin' salsa!! We made a huge batch that filled a huge bowl and this is all that is left 3 days later.
I think my body is in shock from all of the freshly grown, nutrient rich fruits and veggies I have consumed in the last 4 weeks. Seriously, I have probably eaten more produce in the last 4 weeks than I did in the 8 months previous to my my move. Consequently, even though I feel a little healthlier and more energetic, my gut doth protest at times. I'll spare you the gory details. Suffice it to say that I have definitely shown the menfolk in my family that having someone lock the windows so they can't be unrolled after I "release" ain't so funny when it happens to them! I can't tell you how many times I have fallen victim to this little prank. I would like to thank all those who have contributed to my recent bout of retribution. Revenge is...well it's stinky. But also pretty hilarious.
When I said everybody grows stuff here? I mean stuff just grows. Like you are walking down by the river and you see this:
Yeah. Blackberry bushes just growing by the river. I love that I can pick a berry and eat it while I am checking out the river and walking the trails. The river area is getting pretty picked over though, so today we went to The Berry Ranch to pick our own berries.
Little Man threw a major fit, the likes of which I have not seen since he was about 2. I have NO idea what he thought we would be doing, but apparently he envisioned something akin to a prison labor camp. So we pretended to ignore his meltdown, even though secretly I was plotting a chore agenda that would make his prison labor camp look like a day at the fair. He finally pulled it together when we pulled into the dirt lot at The Berry Ranch. We spent about an hour picking blackberries and raspberries and ate a few along the way. Of course I forgot my camera, so no pics this time in the fields, but here are the pics of our harvest:
Little Man apologized for his behavior and talked the whole way home about how he wants to have a farm so he can grow stuff too. He talked and talked and TALKED about it. I know, Little Man. That would be the goal. Because then I wouldn't be paying someone else $3.00/lb for berries that I had to pick myself! Dang! I think I could have bought them at the grocery store for half that! But...we had a wonderful day together. And we supported local farmers who work hard to grow good food for us. And that? Was Priceless.
One of the first places we found to eat when we got here is Hugo's Deli. Hugo's is yummy and the customer service there is awesome. They were very patient with Little Man, who always takes just under a decade to make any kind of food selection and they made sure he had extra pickles, just like he asked. The owner was there and he was gracious enough to meet and talk to us when we mentioned that we were new in town. Who does that anymore? I have a confession to make here: I forgot the guy's name. It's not Hugo. Or else I would have remembered. How sad is it that he went out of his way to show us some kindness and I can't even remember his name? I'm blaming it on
Another thing I love about Boise? The amazing gardens and farms here! Everybody grows stuff! My granddad's caretaker, Darlene and her brother own a farm. Darlene has a kick-butt garden and everytime I go visit her and Grandpa she loads me up with cucumbers, squash, tomatoes, greenbeans, corn and watermelon.
My sister's sister-in-law (did you follow that?) went from being a major corporate star in San Francisco to being a major Mommy star and Master Gardener in Idaho. She sent home some amazing jalapenos, green chilis and tomatoes, from which we made some kickin' salsa!! We made a huge batch that filled a huge bowl and this is all that is left 3 days later.
I think my body is in shock from all of the freshly grown, nutrient rich fruits and veggies I have consumed in the last 4 weeks. Seriously, I have probably eaten more produce in the last 4 weeks than I did in the 8 months previous to my my move. Consequently, even though I feel a little healthlier and more energetic, my gut doth protest at times. I'll spare you the gory details. Suffice it to say that I have definitely shown the menfolk in my family that having someone lock the windows so they can't be unrolled after I "release" ain't so funny when it happens to them! I can't tell you how many times I have fallen victim to this little prank. I would like to thank all those who have contributed to my recent bout of retribution. Revenge is...well it's stinky. But also pretty hilarious.
When I said everybody grows stuff here? I mean stuff just grows. Like you are walking down by the river and you see this:
Yeah. Blackberry bushes just growing by the river. I love that I can pick a berry and eat it while I am checking out the river and walking the trails. The river area is getting pretty picked over though, so today we went to The Berry Ranch to pick our own berries.
Little Man threw a major fit, the likes of which I have not seen since he was about 2. I have NO idea what he thought we would be doing, but apparently he envisioned something akin to a prison labor camp. So we pretended to ignore his meltdown, even though secretly I was plotting a chore agenda that would make his prison labor camp look like a day at the fair. He finally pulled it together when we pulled into the dirt lot at The Berry Ranch. We spent about an hour picking blackberries and raspberries and ate a few along the way. Of course I forgot my camera, so no pics this time in the fields, but here are the pics of our harvest:
Little Man apologized for his behavior and talked the whole way home about how he wants to have a farm so he can grow stuff too. He talked and talked and TALKED about it. I know, Little Man. That would be the goal. Because then I wouldn't be paying someone else $3.00/lb for berries that I had to pick myself! Dang! I think I could have bought them at the grocery store for half that! But...we had a wonderful day together. And we supported local farmers who work hard to grow good food for us. And that? Was Priceless.
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