Foodie Friday ~ French Fries
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French Fries
Location: Pluto's Dog House, The Disney Magic
Cost: FREE! (Included in cruise fare)
You climbed stairs all the way from deck three to deck nine, forgoing perfectly good elevators in an effort for mom and dad to offset all the yummy food. It's late afternoon; you emerge onto the open deck; you are starving from all the stair climbing.
The aroma washes over you.
French Fries!!!
Now if you are my daughter (three at the time), you run over to Pluto's Dog House and hold your little hands over the counter to indicate that you are there. (Your braids still do not reach over the bottom of the counter, so this measure is actually necessary.) Then ask for "Fries PLEASE!" They hand a basket across the counter of fresh, warm, salty perfect French fries.
"Mom. Can I have an apple?"
Never what occurs to mom when she has fries, but you're much more experimental with your food.
You happily fidget as dad loads up the fry basket with ketchup (and honey mustard for him in case you're in a sharing mood) at the condiments bar next to Pluto's then you bounce along as mom swings past Goofy's Galley to pluck an apple from the fruit dish. Several tables are open, so you select one that's mostly shaded.
And sit down.
You make a mental note to order half a fry basket next time as it's a ridiculous quantity, but they are hot, delicious and entirely worthy of an interpretive dance in honor of their yumminess. So you dance.
And really, who wouldn't?
French Fries
Location: Pluto's Dog House, The Disney Magic
Cost: FREE! (Included in cruise fare)
You climbed stairs all the way from deck three to deck nine, forgoing perfectly good elevators in an effort for mom and dad to offset all the yummy food. It's late afternoon; you emerge onto the open deck; you are starving from all the stair climbing.
The aroma washes over you.
French Fries!!!
Now if you are my daughter (three at the time), you run over to Pluto's Dog House and hold your little hands over the counter to indicate that you are there. (Your braids still do not reach over the bottom of the counter, so this measure is actually necessary.) Then ask for "Fries PLEASE!" They hand a basket across the counter of fresh, warm, salty perfect French fries.
"Mom. Can I have an apple?"
Never what occurs to mom when she has fries, but you're much more experimental with your food.
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| Dip, Dip, Dip |
And sit down.
You make a mental note to order half a fry basket next time as it's a ridiculous quantity, but they are hot, delicious and entirely worthy of an interpretive dance in honor of their yumminess. So you dance.
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| Post French Fry Happy Dance! |
lol so cute!
ReplyDeleteYour daughter is so cute! And I'm so glad to hear I'm not the only person in the world who prefers honey mustard on fries! :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks y'all!
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