Blerg. It was hot yesterday. I tried to get stuff done. Succeeded at times when it was possible to move around in a non-liquefied form. This is just the precursor to the NYC summer, where you start sweating by the gallon just because you woke up and rolled over in bed. Thank goodness we have an AC unit. Now, if I’d only installed it already, it might actually do something.
Got a little rain last night, which brought some cooler air with it, plus it drove some of the backyard partiers inside before it became too ungodly of an hour. Saturday night, there was techno music thumping outside my window at 4 am. Not a soul in sight down on the patio, just some speakers playing for some ghosts of Brooklyn, apparently.
On today’s agenda? A church picnic! Is it bad that I react to other people bringing the same food item that I have in the same way some women do when they end up attending some event wearing the same dresses? (Diagram that sentence and get back to me, would you?)
Of course, maybe it would help if I brought something a bit more original than chips and salsa. Apparently my picnic creativity needs some work.
What are you all doing for Memorial Day?
I see that smile.
Why not bring a “mud” dessert? I can’t remember any recipes, but it’s got lots of crushed oreos in it. Since it’s a picnic, something having to do with dirt might be appropriate.
Of course, since the piccie’s already over, I suppose you can just file that for future use. *shrug*
I know exactly what you’re talking about, and that is, in fact, one of my favorite desserts. And who needs a picnic to eat dessert? Oh, don’t throw me in the briarpatch!