Best Labor Day Weekend Adventure pt.1, Sept 3 & 4th

Like I've been telling you, I spent Labor Day weekend in Utah. Like my Disney trip, I had been putting off deciding to go out for my nephew Blake's baptism but then, at the last minute, got jealous of everyone getting to be together and decided to fly out.

I wanted to cook "my" special corn for the family, so the very first thing I did upon arriving was use Andrew's iphone to locate some sort of Oriental market. Oh! There's a place called Oriental Market? That will do.



Inside it was an absolute wonderland. So many ingredients dying for a Momofuku cookbook owner to find them.






With a little time to kill we hit the 4th South DI. Didn't find anything as good as the last time, but it wasn't a total loss.

RIP DJW, I suppose.




2004 was a good year for the Jingle Ball. This seemed to be a pirated Jingle Ball t-shirt, the result of iron-on paper from an inkjet printer.



Bad news is this is the back of a band shirt. Like, school band.



DI seems to be down with the 90s nostalgia.



$100 collector plate, so that's pretty cool.




Brings to my the question: What does it take to be considered a novel?







Then met up with most of my dearest relations at the SLC Bombay House.



About to fight or about to hug?





Andrew lives super close to Grandma's now. He read to me from his thesis.



Saturday. Let's start with a picture of Grandma's back yard:



Drove out to Highland to sister Kristen's house for all the baptism-related activities. They asked us to grab a couple things from the super market.

Utah. Your Super Markets are OUT OF CONTROL.






At Kristen's house Dad was helping the kids with the science of fire.



Ellie.



Rachel.



Owen drove us in my car to Kristen's church.



Dear Auto. 12 years old and not quite 80,000 miles on it. A keeper.



Baptisms, a reverent time. No photos.



But afterwords, photo battles involving the whole family.







Something I've learned: While extremely photogenic, niece Rachel HATES participating in family portraits.





Back at Kristen's house there was a big post-Baptism celebration. I spent it battling with Rachel for the iPad. All she wanted to do was NetFlix Scooby Doo on it!



That night, back in Salt Lake: Cindy takes Andrew and I on a taco tour of her neighborhood with a visit to the Mexican market to begin.





First taco spot, Chunga's. I agree with their philosophy and am totally down with their excellent outdoor seating area but had a tough time with their muy authentic portions and muy New York prices.





Up the street Cindy took us to a place where some dudes sold tacos from a counter in front of a van. A buck a piece with a cooler full of salsas. This is how it is done.