Zoe's fever had me holding vigil at her every move yesterday and B.J. called it a day after installing a water heater. That meant that Thursday date night (that usually consists of watching The Office and eating pizza) turned into date day! Once Motrin cracked her fever, we were off.
We had a business errand to run in South Salt Lake, while we were out that way I optimistically recommended we stop at Grove's Market for lunch, fearing that B.J. would protest, but he didn’t! And I think he was reminded that good places DO exist away from the West side. I think a craving inspired me to make the drive once during my pregnancy, but otherwise it had been way. too. long. This 50’s era market (not 50's inspired or mock -- thank God) on the corner has always made me feel so, so happy. Also, their sandwiches are enormous and unrivaled in scrumptiousness. Pictured above is their immaculate variety of hot sauces. Some with pretty funny names, one's I don't feel comfortable repeating to you, blog.