So now that we've covered metal chickens I thought we should talk about Tin Fish. As part of my get out about town initiative to live up to the title of this blog, I dragged Mr C and the boys from our air conditioned freezer box on Sunday for a little bit of good ole' fashioned "family time". In 100 degree heat coupled with record humidity levels higher than the Amazon, the crew was not exactly thrilled to be doing anything outdoors. But seriously, we only have a few fistfuls of these days left until all hell breaks loose and we are buried in snow again so I pushed them all huffing and puffing and pissed off into the hot car and down to Lake Calhoun for some fish tacos and cameoing.
Doesn't that sound fun??!!
Due to the "Extreme Heat" that we Midwesterners have been experiencing over the last week, Tin Fish was only serving the cold items on their rather extensive menu, and to be honest, hot steamy fish would not have been my first choice anyway. (Can you imagine the smell in the garbage cans?) So shrimp ceviche, tuna jalapeno sandwiches, and fish tacos were absolutely perfect with a cold beer. This spot located in the Lake Calhoun Pavilion was the first stop before we decided to pile our sweaty selves into one canoe and a kayak.
So far so good on the family fun meter.
I gotta say the canoe started out so peaceful. So tranquil (with the few exceptions of when my inexperienced captain would accidentally splash us in the face when his paddle only skimmed the top of the water) and seriously gorgeous, lush, and green. We marveled at the fact that we were in the middle of the city and we felt worlds away from it all. Even the kids seemed taken with the scenery and the momentary silence with nothing but the sound of their paddles splashing against the water. It is truly a rare, sacred moment to have our entire family SILENT and AWAKE at the same time, which of course didn't last long. Mild peril began to set in as a fierce wind kicked up and we had to hightail it back to the Calhoun Beach Pavilion. The clouds began to look ominous so the boys picked up speed and with the wind at our backs we were cruisin'- so fast that we actually hit each other a couple of times, sending canoe and kayak rocking back and forth. The kids panicked slightly but managed to keep their cool, only shouting "Fatlord" or "Poopsack" at eachother a few times while swinging their paddles in the air. More mild peril for me as I held on for dear life.
The wind finally pushed us onto the beach and I crawled out of the bowel of the canoe, happy to be on land and happy to see my boys splashing and having a good time once again. Like pirates weathering a fierce storm and plundering foreign territory, they hopped out of their boats with relief on their faces saying how cool it all was.
Apparently good ole' fashioned family time with boys needs to include a little good ole' fashioned mild peril for all, especially Mom.
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