Cookin’
As you may have heard, we’ve had a couple of days of August-like heat here on Friday and Saturday - like, 90F. Our meanderings have taken us down to Green Lake:
And encountered more than one friendly neighbor spurred to frenzied acts of landscaping:
We ducked into a favorite southwest-inspired restaurant for nibbles and Mrs. Perils was inspired to try the bartender’s special margarita of the evening, which featured strawberries pureed with some sort of pepper. Very interesting - with each sip, you first tasted the sweet of the strawberry, then finished with a kick from the pepper. The tequila slipped past unnoticed.
Of course, our meanderings took us to Gasworks Park:
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I didn’t shove the polypro layers too far back in the drawer, though. It’s supposed to be rainy and 60-ish by Tuesday.
Phil, I’d like to get the rights to t-shirt distribution in Dallas…can you put your neighbor in touch with me? Ask him to leave the chain saw outside, please. Since Kathyr is buying drinks all the way around, I’ll have two of the strawberry margaritas.
Tequila may slip past unnoticed, but it has a hammer in its pocket.