I ate a frog leg today. I was eating dinner at a Chinese buffet with my dad, Pastor Pepe and his family, and some missionaries to Argentina, and they had a big pan of fried frog legs nestled in next to the sesame chicken and crab cheese, so I decided to try one. Dad and Pastor Pepe assured me that frog legs taste like chicken. They don’t. They taste like frogs. They’re also kind of chewy.
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How to sum up the pure brilliance that was Summer 2011? What was it that made every day better than the last? Sure, the work was fun, and Chefy is the best boss a guy could ask for, but there was more to it than that. Yes, hearing Ken Rudolph’s stellar preaching five days a week was wonderful, and so were all of the fun weekend trips, but those aren’t the memories that will stick with me longest. No, the reason that I loved this summer so much, the reason that there will never be another summer like it, is because of all of the amazing friends who shared it with me and helped shape it into the adventure that it was – and believe me, it was an adventure.