A food city had popped up in a park that, until that afternoon, Mr. A & I didn't know existed. Tickets (spoils from a third place finish at trivia night) in hand & the marsh to our left, we were ready to chow down on some delectably fresh seafood.
Ironic as it sounds, this Florida girl wasn't too peachy keen on seafood...until this year. Putting "try a new food" on my birthday list has opened my mouth to all sorts of flavorful bites. How else would I have come to know that I love fried oysters? I also collected further evidence that the "bacon-wrapped anything is scrumptious" belief is still going strong. I didn't think I'd hear myself say "I just ate a sea turtle." Wait, what? It's a shell of creamy chocolate clinging to gooey caramel harnessing a cluster of pecans. Um, yes please, I'd like another... Drat! I'm out of tickets.
You know it's love when he shades your burning toesies from the sun.