So we’re back from our favorite around-the-corner grocery stores (Sprouts, Albertson’s…and waypoints. We’ve tossed away a few bucks in those sanctified quarters.
The ‘Que is fired up.
A fistful of frozen French fries defrost merrily atop the grill.
A glorious lamb chop awaits its visit to the same grill top.
Half a glass of cheap red wine awaits on the backyard tabletop.
The little dog loafs.
The human loafs.
Excellent loafing time!
….And so, we have lunch/dinner/whatever it is. Probably need a new term for the mid-day chow frenzy.
It ain’t exactly lunch (no sandwich! no fancy salad!). It ain’t exactly dinner (nary a thing that elaborate!). But it is deeeelishus.
Wish you were here!
Seriously:
On the grill, we have handsome li’l steak. While we’re at it, we also have a fistful of pretty fresh asparagus, soaked in olive oil and lemon juice. And don’t forget the tasty French fries, merrily defrosting and browning atop the grill along side the spectacular slab of meat.
Wish you were here!
Bored, are ya? C’mon over!