On Saturday, we ate lunch at Blues Fired Pizza, a new-to-us food truck with a drive-through brick and mortar location not far from where Sons Brian and Donald went to high school. (The building used to be a coffee stand.) As we arrived, we saw the truck backed up to one end of the building. We walked up to the window, placed our order, then had a seat at one of the nicely-shaded tables. Several minutes later we smelled our pizza cooking. Less than five minutes later our pizzas and salads were ready. The pizzas were single serving sized, and there were no leftovers to take home.
On Sunday we went to the Greek Festival at St. Nicholas Greek Orthodox Church. This is the 100th Annual festival, and it's always well attended. Tony and I toured the church and the gift shop, then went through the dinner line. We each got a salad, and shared a plate of pork kebabs with rice pilaf so there would be room for dessert. It was tempting to get one of every pastry they had for sale, but we controlled ourselves and bought a piece of baklava and a kataifi (a shredded filo roll with chopped nuts and honey). We brought them home, brewed some tea, and shared them halfies. Both were excellent.
Today we purchased a new mattress and box spring set for one of the spare bedrooms. Rather than have it delivered, we tied the pieces securely to the roof of my car, then took a scenic route home that kept us on residential streets 95 percent of the time. Every time I went over 20 miles an hour the plastic wrapping on the mattress started flapping in the breeze and I was convinced the pieces were going to slide off; I was really glad to pull into the driveway. For dinner Tony cooked bratwurst and corn on the cob and I contributed braised red cabbage. We finished off the meal, and ended summer with perfectly ripened seasonal fruit.
Five years ago today: It's Not What You Say, But How You Say It