Peas and carrots.
Peanut butter and jelly.
Sweet and tea.
Teenagers and food.
Some things just go together, don’t they?
For our oldest son’s 16th birthday, I struggled with wanting to throw him an epic birthday with not wanting to embarrass the heck out of him. It’s a fine line, this parenting a teenager gig. As I stood in my (almost) empty pantry one day, the idea hit me. Feed them, and they will come. Just make it cool.
God bless Austin and its food trucks. Here’s the invitation we emailed out. Call me nuts, but I just can’t bring myself to use Evite.
I found a sweet van online to rent and began mapping all the fun food trucks in Austin. Then, an unexpected death in the family and we had to scrap the original date. But, serendipity is a beautiful thing and the new date ended up being the day before high school final exams.
In other words? A much needed break for a bunch of aspiring high school juniors.
Enter: the van.
Did I mention it had a TV screen, with an XBOX 360 and remotes included? Minor detail. Huge hit.
Now, for the good stuff. We loaded it up, headed south (wayyyyy south) and popped in line at Valentina’s BBQ. As in, “Top 50 BBQ Joint” according to Texas Monthly. And, after sampling pretty much everything on the menu, I’d say well deserved. Make sure you get the smoked corn. The brisket is off the hook, as is everything else. They even had corn hole, y’all. Hecho con amor, indeed.
We rolled right out of there and over to South 1st Food Trailer Park. But, not before we snapped these gems.
Next up, Torchy’s. Because those are damn good tacos. And queso.
Then, dessert. The first one.
Aaaand, the second one. I. Die.
It was at this point, we all just rolled back to the van. Twenty minutes later, they were all outside playing basketball. What? Teenage boys fascinate me with their hollow legs, growth spurts and boundless energy.
May I say how much I adore Will’s tribe of friends? They are polite, funny, faithful, real and so much more. Long ago, when Will was just an infant in my arms, I prayed for boys just like this to be in his life. They’re the keeper kind of friends and I am so grateful Scott and I got to spend the afternoon with them.
Sappy paragraph complete.
After the crew left and we deemed the party a success, Will looked at me and said, “Hey, Mom, what’s for dinner?”