Sunday, January 29, 2012

The Juciest Lucy (and I'm not trying to be gross)

We just had the quintessential Minnesota family day -- replete with a trip to a nearby park/ lake for the Art Sled Rally, playing at the playground in the snow in sub-freezing temps, and an evening at Matt's Bar and Grill for the best (and original) Jucy Lucy in town (anyone who even brings up the other place further down Cedar not only automatically loses the argument, but also gets punched in the face).

Little A turned two recently, so this was her first cheese-filled burger. What?! you say: you guys haven't gone to Matt's for two years. Oh, no, my friends, of course we have. But A had been filling up on fries and grilled cheese over our most recent visits. We finally realized that she was ready. Why the long wait? Did we think that a Jucy Lucy was over-processed, greasy, fat-laden fare not fit for a baby? Hardly. We just knew that she wasn't developmentally ready to: FEAR the cheese. Now that she's reached that milestone, it's Jucy Lucy's all around.

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