last weekend, we ate and ate and ate, in honor of our very good friend, F, and her upcoming wedding to R.
our itinerary included:
- food tour of findlay market for lunch (no photos from here because both my hands were full - crepe from taste of belgium in one, limeade from pho lang thang in the other). we finished up at dojo gelato for dessert.
- dinner at zab thai, and to try out their macarons (which were named best macarons in cincinnati magazine’s, where to eat now issue)
- movie (bridesmaids!) and munchies back at our house
- brunch the following morning at troy’s cafe
forget bar-hopping and drinking, THIS is why the bond of our friendship is strong - it is glued together by the yummy goodness of food!
the weekend was beautiful here in cincinnati, and i wanted to stay out longer, so i picked up cheeks, and we got some mini blizzards from dairy queen (finally, new sizes are becoming smaller than super!), stopped by montgomery cyclery (you all know i don’t know how to ride, so this stop is for cheeks - although i would like one of those brightly-colored bicycles, please!) and a pre-dinner snack - vada pav from curries (fyi: they will be serving street food snacks outside their restaurants on sundays, and plan to expand their offerings when the summer rolls along).
the sticking memory for me this past weekend happened at findlay market. one of our friends lost her bag of goodies - it got left at one of the outdoor seating when we moved seats, and was gone by the time we ran back to get it. one of the items she bought was spelt bread from blue oven bakery, and when we got to the counter to replace the loaf, claude offered it … at no charge. it’s a simple gesture, i know, but goodness speaks a thousand words.
and i share this in light of the bombings at the boston marathon yesterday because i want to be reminded of the goodness in people. i read about the people who, instead of running away from the incident, went towards it to help those who were hurt - “the helpers”:
“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of ‘disaster,’ I remember my mother’s words, and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers — so many caring people in this world.” - Fred Rogers
our hearts go out to the people of boston.