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:
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.