grill night in garden!

Saturday. I'm a little lobster short and stout, here are my pinchers, here is my clarified butter and some chopped egg and caviar ... sorry ... ahem – is this turned on? … So we dumped in the grill coals and lathered them with the hooch in the plastic bottle and then kicked it up a notch with a match or two and we were in business. We held it together, the other mums and I, this time with grilled peaches, chicken in olive and tomato pesto with garlic head and apples filled with cranberry jelly and martinis on the patio as the sun slowly set on our little patch of heaven. For all the moaners and nay-sayers, for all the hot-heads and complainers, life is what you make it; we were doing just fine and the glow of the barbi drew out the others, the critics and cynics, the basketball Bobs and the volleyball Vals, slowly, slowly from their haunts. Knocking back a few brews between laughs, between sticky chocolate bananas and vulgar vagaries, the night past too quickly. Here’s to next week and maybe we’re grilling on a matchstick held tenderly over a Bic lighter, but we will survive to grill another day, in many ways. Now I’m off to slather on some après sun. I’ve got a mean sun burn happening here. What you get for sitting outside over lunch, playing in the sand with the kids all afternoon, soaking up those rays sans sun cream like a cowgirl. You know the risks but you just can’t be patient in collecting those rays one at a time, building up a base, no. No, you gotta be at the wine festival in 2 weeks and you can’t be white. You decide to sprint the distance. So you hot dog it through the day and end up looking like a damn lobster at night… good night! :O) katrin