pinky up.
We talk a lot about travel here. Homebase happenings are a good balance to on-the-road tales, too, though. Essentially, it’s all about the experience anyway.
Checking out at the grocery store yesterday afternoon, the cashier asked how my day was going. I told her it was great and that I was headed to a cookout. “A cookout TONIGHT?” She asked. “Why not,” I said. “Can you think of a kickoff to the week better than a Monday night cookout with friends?”
Our early spring cookout spread was simple. The hosts smoked ribs, my friend Mandy over at Ordinary Addictions brought perfectly chunky new potato salad (my warm weather favorite!) at my behest, and I made a green salad with yellow cherry tomatoes, cucumber, orange bell pepper, and a quick lemon basil olive oil dressing. Beer, of course, made an obligatory appearance (it’s a cookout, duh). In true Texas fashion, Shiner {Light Blonde} had a place at the table. Mandy’s beer connoisseur husband also brought a vanilla porter that complimented the smoky charring of the ribs nicely.
Texas spring is fighting for its life with summer trying to elbow its way straight to April. The last week has mostly been overcast and humid, taunting Texans of the summer torture to come. The evening cooled off nicely and brought a warm breeze for our klassy East Kessler kookout. I broke the rule of “no linen before Memorial Day” and busted out the summertime uniform of my favorite linen shirt and cutoff shorts BECAUSE I DON’T CARE AND I DO WHAT I WOHNT!
Fresh-cut roses from our host’s garden were a graceful addition to our back patio poolside seating. Lucky me got to take the flowers home. My yet-to-be-settled home of a semi-itinerant can always use a little sprucing up.
The night turned really fancy when the frozen store-bought cookies came out. No, not frozen cookie dough. Fully baked sugar and peanut butter cookies that had been in the freezer. “They taste like cupcakes when you freeze them!” Someone said.
Trust. They kind of did.
That picture – beautiful. I love your reference to summer elbowing spring.