Fourth of July has come and gone. We grilled hamburgers for the kids, cut up a giant watermelon and steamed some corn on the cob. Although Tony manned the grill, the nits found displeasure in the honey-wheat buns I’d bought, and the unfamiliar flavors of fresh ground beef burgers, and didn’t eat more than a few bites of their meal. Apparently, though, it is possible to fill yourself up with half a watermelon.
The fillet mignon we grilled for ourselves fared better. And there was Mexican beer courtesy of my neighbor, and a very good Pinot Grigot.
In a brief moment of inspiration, I considered taking another whack at that blackberry cobbler. In the end, with blackberries costing $4 a basket at Trader Joe’s, I thought better of it.
This is your cue, gentle readers, to dazzle me with your Fourth of July fare.
In other news, I’ve ordered the paella pan online, and I expect it to arrive next week. I promised you paella, or my version thereof. And danmit, you’ll eat it, and like it.