This evening I headed over to Tina's for a cookout. The whole gang was there. Tony was tooling around in his new Subaru Outback. Matt was equiped with his camera bag and Ken was looking for limes to make some sort of drink.
I would like to think the highlight of the evening was Tina and I demonstrating our bellydance routine. It was hard without our instructor calling out..."snake arms....hip circle!"
I am excited that it is time for cookouts once again. Why is it that food that generally seem typical suddenly become a huge treat when it is thrown on a wire rack suspended above smoking briquets. Is it a caveman instinct to be drooling over a piece of meat smoldering over coals?
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