firsts

Our first Anzac day - Australia and New Zealand Army Corps. It's equivalent to Memorial day in the U.S. We chilled out. We walked down to a cafe for a leisurely breakfast then spent the rest of the morning running an errand. On our errand, we met a bloke who's traveled a bit in the states. He spent time in Washington state and Wisconsin and he kept going on about how great Wisconsin was. It was shocking. It really impacted me that someone could live in a fairly beautiful country like NZ (the ugliest part of NZ is a million times better than the fairest Wisconsin dairy farm) and pine for the Midwest. He said it was the people that had impressed him, he wants to go back but apparently it's hard to get a U.S. green card (from NZ?). I tried to sell him mine. But, I'm almost getting off topic. Somehow Kentucky Fried Chicken came up in the conversation, in mostly derogatory terms. Kim and I have lived here for almost a year and haven't patronized the KFC. I don't know what it was but after our conversation with this bloke, Dave, we drove straight to KFC. After that we had to find a park to eat our KFC because this is Kim's tradition. You eat KFC at the park. Now we're getting to another first (the real reason for this blog entry). Chloe decided today she would eat her first chip (french fry). Ok, I encouraged her. We documented it.


Exploratory nibbling



This stuff's pretty good..(note skytower in background)









the carnage... and..

the victorious gladiator.





















Another thing, the service at the KFC drive-in was some of the best I've ever enjoyed in all my dining experience - it was like ordering from your sweet, dear, loving grandmother. It was totally pleasant.