We’ve never really made a big deal out of the Fourth of July holiday. Maybe some pool time, if Nell can stay up, she can see some fireworks, but we’ve never really gotten too into the holiday aspect of it. So I knew, when we packed up to see J & M and to have the kids share in the bike parade in their neighborhood, that we would be under-prepared. I had no idea how massively under-prepared we were:
Thank goodness J’s mom had taken the trouble to actually *purchase* outfits for my kids to wear, or we would probably have been ridden out of the neighborhood for our lack of patriotic show.
We decorated the bikes with goods scavenged from other kids. There was an awful lot of patriotic detritus on the streets.
Sam and I were walking the parade route with the kids. Having not also gotten new outfits from J’s mom, we were just dressed as ourselves. Some older dude along the route called out to me, “Hey, what are you two supposed to be?” “Parents,” I replied, not knowing what else to say.
Then came the fire truck for the kids to explore. Apparently it’s a local law out here that all firefighters must be strapping and young? This picture doesn’t really do him justice.
Also? There was food. I love eating with J because she invariably makes recipes that I would never ever make. If it is time consuming or complicated, J takes it as a personal challenge, and proves that complexity is no barrier to culinary success. To that end, she made this yumminess.
J made more luscious items than I can recall here, but among them was Bobby Flay’s potato salad (which we decided was completely as advertised – all his recipes work out well), and a hamburger made with ground chuck, andouille sausage and toasted pecans. To this we added blue cheese, caramelized onions, and pickled beets (my sole sad contribution to the fest). We decided not to eat dinner that night.