Big BBQ at Pops’ house for the phourth…
I phelt very Martha-esque with my phancy phestive salad!
And no get together can be without deviled eggs, of course.
The ex-phella’s Blueberry Basil Lemonade- phabulous!
The Brother I Never Wanted, the ex-phella and I all brought the hottest hot sauces we could phind for a wing-off!
(Please note that mine comes in a protective box with warning labels.)
Wings, Batch One (great phlavor and not too spicy). I ate two.
Wings, Batch Two (painfully hot… I drooled like a teething baby after just one)
By the time the drooling was under control after one of Batch Two’s wings, these had disappeared… so nobody ended up trying these ones… probably a good thing!
…make that plates…
The most amazing cookies in the world. I had two.
We roasted s’mores over the phire… I made mine open-phaced.
Somehow, I was hungry later that evening and I ate two of the phingerling potatoes I’d made two days before and ate a phew breadsticks. The cheese was phoul, so I dumped it and replaced it with some brie.
Apparently my Independence Day revolved around independence from a small waistline.