Thursday night we went to South Salt Lake's firework show at Granite High. Connie was so nice to go early and save us a nice grassy spot on the baseball field. We brought some fried chicken, grapes, watermelon and cookies and had a nice little picnic. Joy came with us, and later Brian and Dejah came with Marsha, then Trisha and her family came and later one Karen and Wendy came. It was quite a fun party. The fireworks were spectacular as always. Melinda was glad that they brought back all of the old classics for the soundtrack; "America" by Neil Diamond, "I'm Proud to be an American", "Born in the USA" by Springsteen, and then they ended with a patriotic medley by Elvis.
Saffron liked the fireworks, but she made us cover her ears. I asked her if she liked the firworks and she said, "They were really loud." So I asked her if they were pretty, and she said "They were pretty loud."
I keep forgetting to take the camera with us, so I don't have any pictures of the event. Oh well, here are some pictures of something completely different.
This fruit is a cherimoya, otherwise known as a "custard apple. I ate these when I was in Chile and when I saw them at our local grocery store I knew I had to get one, even though at 6.99 a pound, it's more expensive than gasoline. I suppose nostalgia can sometimes nostalgia can be expensive.
This fruit is native to Peru and Chile, and it was a real treat to eat this when they were in season. I had bought one a few years a go and I let it ripen too long and it tasted kind of sickly sweet, so I was watching this one closely to make sure I ate it before it got too ripe.
I think it was Monday or Tuesday night at 11:00 and I looked and it and smelled it and it seemed just perfect. We had just gotten the kids to bed, but I wanted them to taste it so I got them out of bed and we all ate it. They kids weren't overly impressed but they all liked it. It was tasty, but not as tasty as I remembered it. I guess it's like they say, you can never go home again.
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to Melinda: I'm glad I could help with the Wheelbarrow... but I cannot think of the poem you are mentioning. It does sound a little familiar, but not THAT familiar. If I come across a prodigal son and a pig sty though, I'll let you know.
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