I woke up this morning with the sensation that someone was driving Mr. Pointy right into my skull by way of my right eye socket. As a result, I did not much feel like driving down to the Westside for The Handsome Cabin Boy’s block party. No fireworks, pour moi.
I’ve been a little at a loss, all up here in the hills in mi Casa and today was no exception. I haven’t been really sure what to do with myself, with one kid at camp and the other out being a social butterfly. It occurred to me that a time will come in the not too distant future, when I live alone and quiet will be the default setting. And I will have to eat balanced meals and go to bed at a normal time and deal, anyway, without the children to keep me on track. Perhaps this is what they refer to as “empty nest” syndrome. If so, I’m here to say, it is a weird adjustment.
I suppose there is no time like the present to adjust, however.
My friend K posted a link to a recipe for brown sugar glazed ribs recently, and I decided to give them a try. Had to alter the recipe slightly as I started them late and lacked some of the ingredients, but even altered, I gotta say that these were some of the best ribs I have ever made. You should try them if you are of the meat eating persuasion.
I should have taken some pictures. But. Um. I ate them. The ribs, I mean, not the pictures.
There is also a peach/blackberry cobbler
which came from this recent Kitchn post. The plan is to eat that with some ice cream, but I’m so full of ribs and my Grandma’s potato salad that I may have to wait and have it for breakfast.
No knitting. But a little crafting did occur while I watched me some Harrison Ford in Patriot Games.
So yeah, it’s been an all American Fourth Of July here at Casa Faaabulous, with BBQ, cross stitch and action movies. Who says you need a crowd to have a party?