I Suck At Strawberry Fair

my parents came over today.

i think my parents have been keeping track of the days since my son (braden) was born too because my mom mentioned that today braden would have been one month old. of course, my parent's knowing that today braden would have been one month is probably also due to the fact that in chinese tradition... the first month following the birth of a child is a milestone.

needless to say, my parents stopped by the cemetery to see braden before stopping on over to see me. and the funny thing... they brought chinese soup for karen to help her get better. more and more, my parents are starting to perpetuate that stereotype of the "ancient chinese secret" with their soup brews.

luckily for karen, karen was not home to taste the soup. i am sure she will be thrilled to learn that there is more soup for her. i, at least, get out of drinking the soup because according to the ancient chinese secret... it's meant for women who have given birth.

anyway, soup aside, i decided to take my parents out for lunch. because my parents are not that familiar with the area, they let me decide on the place for lunch. they even let me drive their new car (it's a honda civic). the place that i decided upon... strawberry fair. too bad i suck at strawberry fair.

for those who are curious, strawberry fair is located in norwell... on the norwell/hingham border right by the chili's restaurant on route 228. the place was an old farm house that was converted into a restaurant. the restaurant is a charming antique looking place with pretty good food.

my parents have never been to strawberry fair. when we entered the restaurant, my mom's eyes lit up with excitement. she thought the place was so cool with all its antique looking things. also, the table we sat at had the old sewing machine foot pedal, which my mom recognized right away, and she was all smiles with that too.

needless to say, my parents were pretty happy. in honor of braden, i had the salmon burger (cue rachael ray's "yum-o" sound). for those who are curious, braden basically means salmon in gaelic. hence, there is that story where karen's father thought the name was fitting at the time because braden, like salmon swimming upstream, had to fight for his life.

i think my parents had a good time. my mom is already talking about going back.

after strawberry fair, we went back to the house and i showed my parents the pictures of braden on our ginormous television. even though they were tearful, i know they enjoyed seeing him again.

my father even started to cry, saying that braden should never have been taken from us. for me, it was touching. my father does not cry much... which is probably where i get it from.

anyway, i had a good time with my parents. i hope they enjoyed it as well.