And now that it is approaching summer, it is even better! Instead of shuffling between bars in layers, or waiting outside to be buzzed up, you are chilling on a deck, sipping a pale beer (Spring Ale, Corona).
Memorial Day is THE day to BBQ. A note. In Chicago, barbeque is a verb. Which is funny to me, because in the east, barbeque is a noun. And oh how I miss it. I have been crazy-craving some Pee Wee's. The wonderful pulled pork with amazing tangy tomato-based sauce. Topped with slaw. With sides of the richest macaroni & cheese, and mashed potatoes that are "delivered daily by angels."
Instead, I enjoyed some hamburgers and hot dogs grilled over charcoal. Ah. Since I got up today, I have smelled grills all day. Various kinds of smoke and meat, all of it drool-worthy. People poured out onto the curb, down stairs. Chilling on patios, around the grill. I got an invite to a BBQ that started on a nice tucked-away roof deck with a ton of food and snippets of overlapping conversation. It then moved inside to the hardwood floor and pushed-aside couches for the dancing. Almost everyone at the party danced, so we all took turns. I was the only person who knew non-Latin.
Watching the routines and dancing made me miss it. It reminded me of some of our ballroom parties my junior year, including one involving collard greens.
I also learned that deviled eggs are perfect. Easy enough that even I can make them. Not super time-consuming or expensive. Can be made in advanced. And everyone, including little kids like them. Woo!
And after that phenomenal intro to summer, I get to work for the next 12 days straight. *sigh*
on iTunes: "Mamma Mia" - ABBA
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