Cheese Mongers and Broken Flatware

Fernando and I just made our first trip together - or at least first trip requiring an airplane. We headed out to Utah and Colorado.

Our first day there we went to meet up with some old friends in the morning (Tracy and Jeremy), then to my dentist. I know its a little strange that I try to always make it to my old dentist there but he's really great. Never tells me I have cavities (kidding). Let's just give a shout out to Dr. Sands in salt lake. If any of you are looking for a dentist (or, if any of you need to complete a follow up appt-ahem-Maggie) please look him up. He is the bomb diggity of dentists. Tell him I sent you. Sorry for the commercial break. Back now to our regularly scheduled program.

After the dentist, the most natural thing to do is go and mess up those clean choppers with some comida mexicana. I'm talkin some Cafe Rio. I think I blogged on and on before about the wonderfulness of their salads with the warm handmade tortilla, beans, rice, fire grilled chicken on a bed of greens with tostada chips and tomatillo dressing. Yum.

Then it was off to golf at wingpointe. It was here that Fernando got his first hole in one. OK. Not really. But I felt the story was dragging a little. To top off the day we went to Rodezio grill with Maggie, Greg and Cindy - good friends fro SLC. We stuffed ourselves silly with meat - more than any normal person should eat in one session. We were gluttons.

Day 2
Day 2 started with a trip to Harmon's. For those who don't know...think Mr Rogers theme song then sing this (out loud, or in your head. Its more fun out loud). "Harmon's is the grocer in your neighborhood, in your neighborhood, in your..." You get the point. So my dad was raving about the new store that had went up and we decided to to that particular store to pick up some things we needed for dinner. That's when we met the cheese monger. And no, I'm not being mean, that's what her name tag said. But it didn't stop me from a little snickering. She was really cool and opened up several packs of cheese we wanted to try. Whatever we were interested in, she just cut it open and let us try it. We tried all kinds of obscure cheeses - those that has to be flown down from the mountains of Sweden where only certain kinds of goats live. Who knew there was so much to know about cheese?

Later we golfed at South Mountain. I think between the two of us Fernando and I lost three sleeves of balls. It was the altitude. Truth be told, it was mostly all my doing but it seemed like less if I throw him under the bus with me.

After golf we BBQd with Kenny and Denise. During dinner there came a time when it was painfully clear that Fernando and I belong together. It happened right after he broke their fork and I broke their napkin ring. After apologies we decided it was important to have a picture to commemorate the event.