This Fourth of July we went for a simple celebration: eat until you almost explode, then light some sparklers for the kids and watch them from the porch. I have to say, I like it.
Dinner on Sunday night:
Some grass-fed ribeyes:

Husband's secret grilled broccoli - I'm about to get my hand slapped here for peeking under the foil before it went on the grill.
Tomato and feta salad - this made a delicious lunch on toasted sourdough bread today, too:

And, for dessert, what else?

Tell me you don't want a bite?

And then tonight:
Husband's brined and grill-roasted chicken:
Pea salad:

Kelly's
peaches with balsamic and blue cheese:

And her
smoked salmon with corn pancakes - and if you're not checking her food blog,
The Meaning of Pie, on a regular basis, you might could have a screw loose:

And again, for dessert, who can resist a repeat performance?

Combine all that with some sparklers and firecrackers, and we couldn't be happier.



Lighting the last of the firecrackers:

Where did they go, Dad?

Happy Fourth, y'all, and may God Bless America.
1 comment:
OK, my stomach is growling wildly now, although I couldn't go for the pea salad...got a problems with peas...sounds like a great time!
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