cheesy curly fries
I watch, with wonder, the attention Kate and Dmitri pay to assuring Lily gets a healthy start in life. There was no refined sugar before her first birthday. Snacks are nutritious. Every meal is considered. All of which creates a measure of guilt when I think about the early care and feeding of Lily’s mom.
Let’s just say I had a lot on my mind. 😉
And let’s not share that I once had to call Denver Poison Control when a four-year-old Kate told me she’d dined on Chicken McNuggets from the refrigerator…and I could not remember the date on which said nuggets had entered that chill-o-rama.
But she survived. Intact. Intelligent. And clearly insightful when it comes to her own child’s well-being.
So I’m wondering: has she introduced her to the munchable miracle called cheesy curly fries? Not my favorite, at all, but I have wonderful memories of my friend Kristy’s purchasing a plateful for a kindergarten Kate during an after-hours excursion to Denver’s 16th Street Mall. I had my office downtown at the time–just across from what is now Coors Field. And I must have taken Kate to work with me that day. But watching Kristy, who is very selective about her food, teach Kate the fine art of fry dining still makes me giggle.
That all came back today, as I drove back from a client meeting in LoDo, and passed by the Tabor Center/Mall. It’s celebrating its 30th anniversary, I’ve learned. I disagree with the author of this particular story: denvers-downtown-mall-a-headache-and-draw-reaches-30.html?hp The Mile-High City I know doesn’t waste much time searching for “an icon.” A centralized spot that shouts “Denver” seems unimportant when a hundred others tell a story of plains and mountains, sunshine and snow, Cowtown and culture.
But happy birthday, all the same, Tabor Center.
Would you like curly cheese fries with that birthday cake?