Happy Independence Day! My family used to have a cook-out on the 4th in out backyard. I remember it was fun, and lots of good stuff to eat. Then us kids would play while the grown-ups played cards.
I loved cook -outs back then - the aroma of the meat cooking in the hot summer air, my mother's yellow tablecloth on the picnic table fluttering, eating outside with the sun on my face and the wind whiffling about...
Now, I'm not such a big fan. The summer sun makes me feel hot and itchy, the flies and other bugs get on my nerves, and I think about things like how long can potato salad sit out before it becomes toxic and are those burgers cooked all the way?
Every summer I think I'll try to get past all that - jeez, summer is short and really should be enjoyed, but after I spend one afternoon in the humidity, I am done. Guess I'm turning into a grump.
