As a food blogger, surely it's no surprise to you that I like to eat. I get a child-like giddyness on Christmas morning sort of excitement right before my meals (and sometimes hours before) and today was no exception. With a giant toothy grin, a sparkle in my eye and a spring (or perhaps it was a sprint?) in my step, to food trucks I went, plastic fork in hand, ready to devour. And devour I did.
Through the curtain of smoke I whirled and twirled from truck to truck, sampling some of the finest left coast food truck offerings. I marveled at the Mexican fare, with the smoky chipotle tamale that was embraced by layers of foil and banana leaves. I then practically cartwheeled over to the pizza station where I was greeted by a pillowy piece of dough with bright heirloom tomatoes and silky mozzarella cheese. Ignoring my stomach's urges to quit, I went on to inhale a petite cheeseburger that had ripples of sweet onions, tangy blue cheese and a burger so flavorful that I didn't mind that it's juices were racing down to my wrist.
This is the perfect day. And I'm really freaking full.
7 comments:
I would like one of each please; wonder if those trucks could just make a quick run through metro Denver?
Thanks for sharing...I think?
LOL - what a fabulous post! Love how you roll - Cheers:)
You are just having the best time out there!!! Jealous. All this food looks insanely good. I'm so glad you dove right in and ate everyting you possibly could!
Sounds like this convention has definitely proven very valuable!! Cannot wait till you get back to your wicked small kitchen and "kick it up a notch"!!
That pizza looks amazing!!!! Bring me some? Or better yet, make me some? hehe
I'm so proud of you!!! :)
Sounds like you did some gold-medal caliber eating that day!
Why thanks all for the support on my gluttonous endeavors! It was worth every last little calorie.
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